There had been allot going on, and it was easy for him to be sort of pushed to the wayside. Everyone had been practically clamoring over each other to talk to the young knight and this had snapped him from his thoughts. The young woman that seemed to be the center of just about everyone's attention had her hands full to bursting. It was obvious that if he were to get a chance to talk to her, it wouldn't be quite this minute. He decided, instead, to look of the cavalcade of adventurers, scoundrels, brutes, and all together well wishers. This was the kind of group you'd find in a bar, in an academic city occupied by a military force. The pouring rain of this now wet, forever unnamed, city drawing in those that would never find themselves in such seedy surroundings in the first place. This was the second place though, this phantom place, and such meetings were a dime a dozen. Maybe even twenty a nickle, who could know such things? Either way, back to the backless analysis of a young and book smart, and only book smart, elf. None of what he saw really surprised him. What he would call “The Usual” had shown up. Great mountains of metal and flesh had shown up, and big hills; his eyes found a half second's rest on Asyth's face. 

	Then there were the ones he had not expected, the ones he would have bet on not coming. There was a rather... outspoken man who seemed to say the first thing that was weighing on his mind and the weight never lost any substance. He was ready with the next word before anyone else had the chance to digest the first. This made Talon grin, honest and true, through the whole of his thin face. As was aforementioned, he had spent the last bit of his life living amongst the forest dwelling Dalish and they were not one to “waste” words. Some of them said so little that it could fit in a thimble with Talon's own finger still in it. This man would be an unending source for Talon's forever expanding pool of cultural knowledge, not to mention coarse language! The coarse man carried himself with confidence, aggressive confidence. If Talon hadn't been so interested in him, he might have been afraid. Not that there weren't many among the group that didn't already make him feel quite destructible. His eyes narrowed, there was someone something... in the teeming mass of fighters in the attention center of the room that blew an ill wind straight through his bones. Hunger, so much that you could eat until you were holiday sick and still keep going back for more.

	That was something he noted in his mind in twice bold lettering

	Betwixt the oddities a flower, all folded up on itself. Further quiet then a night without a breeze. The counter opposite of the man who was now calling her forward. The man was obviously smarter then most would take in at first glance. He seemed to understand that even a sickly plant can be made to dazzle, and [i][b]THAT[/b][/i] Talon would put his money on. Whether dazzling at the time or not, Talon made a decision to get in some time to talk with the elven woman. He hoped against hoping that, even as quiet as she had initially seemed, he could hold a conversation with her. 

	There had to be some heart hidden among the petals

	He decided to smash the proverbial birds and made his way towards the gardener and the flower. It wasn't hard, mostly, as the lady had kept herself on the outskirts of the group and the man had practically made the group himself. There was a problem, one problem. It hadn't been bothering him too much at first but he could feel it now. Like when you pull out a splinter but it leaves a bit behind. Not enough to keep trying to cut it out but enough to stare at and wonder why it couldn't have just been done. It was what ever it was in the air, that insatiable hunger. There were too many people to hold it down and identify but he wanted to itch all over because of it all the same. He gave the group an oddly wide berth and walked along the wall of the tent. It didn't really help and what ever he felt didn't seem to be bothering anyone else... maybe he had spent too long on the road alone.

	He made a small bow before the adventurers and spoke towards both Colin and Eloen.

	[color=8dc73f]“Might I trouble the two of you a minute? Our lady in waiting seems well waited on and I have a few things I'd very much like to discuss with you.”[/color]

	Having not been around many strangers in his adulthood, he didn't have much a gauge when it came to whether bothering people you had just meet was appropriate or not. On finishing his request of the two newly met recruits he pulled an odd looking staff free from his pack and rested it on the floor against the crook of his neck. It was straight, pole straight and it looked allot like a pole. Like a pole wrapped in leather, or rather bound in leather. Nothing Talon was doing seemed out of the ordinary to him in the least and he waited with what appeared to be bated breath.