[center][h1][color=lightblue]丂刀のW 丂ｱﾑ尺尺のW[/color][/h1][/center]

It was going to be an interesting day...

Cilla would not trust this man, in fact most people wouldn't.  He could already feel like the breeze had shifted.  The wheels of destiny were turning and the world itself would turn on the ex priest.  He abandoned his order.  The dragons had no obligation to look after this meek little traitor, so of course he was just as vulnerable to bad news as anyone.

Still...  Sparrow would not treat this man any differently.  He had seen evil.  This man was not evil.  "Please.  Come in.  I'll prepare us some tea."  He smiled at Cilla happily.  He wanted to make sure his friend was no too perturbed.  He always showed that face, closed eyes, soft almost fatherly grin through white teeth.

[center][color=lightblue][i]'All will be well.'[/i][/color][/center]

A truly maddening sentiment.  

He got out of the man's to invite him inside.  "I appreciate the friend, though I must correct you on the title. I'm not with the order.  They kicked me out when my hair grew too long."  He joked. "It looked so nice, I didn't have the heart to cut it down." 

He then heard the songbird voice of the woman he had mistakenly stood up.  She seemed to come to his aid and defense, much to the glee in his heart.  His smile faltered as a hand went to his head, a slight lingering on his brow.  "Oh dear.  I apologize Axley, no I didn't forget but I was very much delayed."  He bowed to her, hands in front, a fist into an open palm fingers pointing upwards.  "Please, forgive me.  We will leave as soon as I hear what this gentleman has to say."

And the man did not take his invitation instead, offering him the bad news.  This was enough to make Snow's smile fade completely.  A pause uttered through as adrenaline seized Snow's heart, making his chest tighten.  Barrister Fergus was a messenger though.  It wasn't his decision or his desire... atleast from what was stated.  "Oh... Oh dear."  The ex-monk tiled his eyes down for a moment as he attempted to come up with some kind of solution.  "A day..."  He repeated.  It was impossible... he couldn't prepare anything within a day... it was near noon already.  "I- I sincerely wish I had received this news earlier."  He closed his eyes, muttering a small prayer to himself before he centered, trying to atleast come up with a way, any way he could rectify this.

The ex monk stood with arms at his side.  "Very well."  He said agreeing to the writ.  He looked up though, his eyes stoic, but pleading. 
 "Master Mac Teague.  I have two pregnant girls, four injured men, three infirm, and nine children.  I do not wish you to bring the Dark Helms to my door step, but I will need to find somewhere for these people to stay.  If you could give me more time, three days is all I ask.  Three, and we will leave without any trouble."  He bowed his head to him.  "Please, Good Sir.  I can even bargain myself if need be as payment.  I beg of you to ask your masters for just some time."  He was a man who forgone pride if it meant ease for others.