[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/161203/27a034e8ea53c1b04481b19ad78c9a9c.png[/img][/center] [center][img]http://i68.tinypic.com/66dpxw.jpg[/img][/center] [center][b][color=DC143C]Location:[/color][/b] Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone [/center][hr][hr] Fyror’s gaze appreciatively took in the interior of Brunswick Chapel of Ease to St. Maryle Bone as he followed alongside Jeanette. The exterior of the chapel certainly did not do it justice for the beauty and peaceful atmosphere within. The architecture was well thought out and the walls and high ceiling were adorned with detailed paintings. People were coming and going, some civilians, some workers, and various clergy. His arms relaxed at his sides, and he felt some of the tension from the hectic past hour drain from him. Being a hardened soldier coupled with having an innate protective instinct quickly left him on edge and seemingly standoffish at dark times such as these. Yet something about a holy place such as this brought about a sense of comfort and safety, and he was certainly grateful for even a moment’s reprieve. He was glad that most of the people seemed too busy to take much notice of him and Jeanette who needless to say stood out in most public places. His scarred face and discolored eye and her choice of clothing that was completely contrary to social norms were hard to miss. At the moment, he decided not to entertain that thought and instead focused on the task at hand: reporting the Cargast attack in Hyde Park to someone more capable of handling it. Jeanette suddenly made a sharp turn and headed for a man that stood out from the rest. His attire and manner suggested that he worked for the chapel, and yet he did not appear to be a clergy. Jeanette disregarded any formalities and went straight to the point. He noted that she talked in a low voice about the Cargast attack, likely not wanting to incite panic within the chapel. It was a smart move on her part. He admittedly found she had many admirable qualities. It was truly a shame that people judged her for her appearance without really getting to know her.