[centre][color=gray][h3][u]Fae[/u][/h3][/color][/centre]

	The shots that had been fired had frightened Fae slightly, but his reactions to grab the smaller boy as quickly as he could was just a matter of instinct, rather than decision. That isn't to say he wouldn't of helped him in the first place, this was more of his moral speaking to him. The reaction was quick, and he felt as if he may have hurt the poor boy. It seemed odd to see such a young fellow amongst a group of what he thought to be debt collectors, or bounty hunters. It worried him further. What if those he was lurking into his safehouse were to truly ridicule him of life? Well...at least he had someone to get the letter to the destination. It was a massive favour for his own part.

	They had been riding for some time now. The fires and gunshots becoming less and less of an echo. It was getting moderately dark already, the Festival having happened during the near-dusk hours of the day. It would've been so beautiful if it had gone through properly. This upset Fae. It upset him a lot...

	Eventually, the group of riders had reached the tree-lines of the surrounding forest. The Thalburn were protective of these forests, which made them quite the ideal spot to hide a small encampment inside. As soon as they rode it, without slowing down, Fae looked around at the familiar sights. The trees of high stances, the fallen branches of the pond. It all seemed so familiar once more, as if the Two Encounters had finished yesterday. But it hadn't. And the base itself, if it were large enough to even call a base, was more likely to be abandoned after the 16th Detachment of Guerrilla Fighters had left for Alfheim. He knew there'd be very small storage of food already, and possibly a small working farm underneath the ground, a technique mastered by themselves.

	It was when they approached a small hill, that he remembered where the door was exactly. He unmounted from his saddle, halting those behind him. He walked ahead, and held his hands out. It was as if he were caressing the grass, moss and branches that laid on this strange mini-hill. But for those who paid attention long enough found him halt in a particular spot. His hands plunged further into the grass and moss, before they retracted back out, a hatch, the size of a bent over man, slipped open and revealed a small entrance. Fae couldn't help but smile to himself. It'd been so long. Fae turned around, and looked at those who'd followed him. It did seem a bit more relaxed, the lack of the two messengers and townsfolk being murdered indicating this.

[color=Gray][b]"Right...It's more roomy on the inside. It uses a tunnel system with makeshift breathing tubes stuck aside. The tunnels are approximately standing height, from what I remembered. The door is a bit small though, stops the threat of an armoured Thalburn Infantrymen from charging inside. Anyway...The dormitory is on the left passage, straight down. Don't knock any of the metal supports. Though they may not be loose, it's worth not crushing us all here, even if it is mostly just dirt, stone...and metal over our heads. Anyway...If you need me...I'll be by the desk...Yes, we have a few cruddy desks."[/b][/color] After introducing the scene, he tied his horse down to a designated tree not too close to the entrance itself. It used moss and grass to provide minimal, but effective sheltering for the horses. That being done, he disappeared into the doorway, crouching on the way inside. Once he was sure that the others would follow, he sat down at a small, newly candlelit (Made by himself only seconds ago) desktop, where he sat down. There were chairs behind him, well...There was one chair.