[i]Weyenburg...[/i] 

The name sounded familiar, but Mikhail couldn't remember from where he had heard it before. Regardless, it must be Rosaline's family name. If the girl, Mistletoe, knew it, then that would mean Rosaline's family was of great help and importance to the city. However, Mikhail couldn't figure out if the term "Lady" was from respect or actual nobility. Of course, when he thought about it the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand on end. Rosaline certainly carried herself with grace and power, but that doesn't make her a noble.

Troubled by his thoughts, Mikhail lost focus on the conversation at hand. Instead his attention turned to the crowds around him. Snippets of conversation floated on the air. "Did you...Spiders...Sleep...Outpost destroyed...Hunter's Guild...Reward...Nest" Mikhail's eyes snapped wide as he put the pieces together. Smiling to himself, the young man cursed his rotten luck. Spiders, why did it have to be spiders...

Entering back into the conversation, Mikhail heard as Rosaline talked about her father. Being a little knowledgeable of natural remedies, Mikhail decided to bring up the subject. "Your father is ill? Do you know what the sickness is?"