Neil sighed as Matt left, looking at Elizabeth with a "what now" look. Glancing at Sarah who had decided to stay out of it for the moment, he relaxed. He winced a little at the barkeeper's treatment of Farla, feeling sorry for her. He was someone who kept to himself, but he wished he could make her feel better, or tell the barkeeper something...<br/><br/>And the door opened. Someone reading a book came in; Neil couldn't grasp someone reading a book and not bumping or tripping into something.  Staring at fascination, he tried to eye the title. It was old, but he couldn't tell anything else. His gaze rested on it, studying each nick and texture of the cover to pass the time, sipping on his water occasionally.