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It is good to face a challenge with friends.  Cillia and Axley both came to his defense, thinking about others than themselves.  They were too good for him.  [color=lightblue]"Cillia.  Axley."[/color]  He whispered, feeling his head thrum from the tension and release of adrenaline.

Cillia recommended a place nearby and frankly the option had merit but would be considered a last resort.  There were... places... in every city that felt the touch of the war.  Dark places.  Everyone knew that ghosts exist, very few seen one, but fewer still know what kind of terror they can wreak.  If that was indeed the case... there were worse things.  Still he knew the rites and words for an excorcism.  But he knew that wouldn't be an easy choice.  [color=lightblue]"It's an option..."[/color]  He said considering.

Axley was a bit more direct.  She was always that way.  Yes, a talented bard, easy on the eyes but she could command an entire room if she wanted.  Had she been of higher birth she'd be a heck of a patrician but probably not so artistically inclined.  For a moment even Snow was tight lipped watching her.  She had the floor and she was his 'lawyer' it seemed.  Her empassioned plea like the Fires of Hesiesh herself. 

Then Mr. Fergus spoke.  His expression was sympathetic, but- nervous.  He ate something from his belt providing a much needed pause as tensions simmered. The man gave a speech and while Snow was expecting the honey'ed words of a man whom was used to using those less fortunate under a seal of authority, his words and actions were much different.  Fergus seemed a man of integrity and virtue.  In a single moment he had offered dire news but atleast a temporary solution that was indeed a safer recourse.  

Taking the coins in his hand, Snow rubbed them together... they were real.  This earned the ex-monk a sigh of relief.  [color=lightblue]"This is a sizable offering..."[/color]  He said with a growing smile.  [color=lightblue]"You are only the messenger of bad news, but you do not reflect your supriors.  That is a rarity in this world."[/color]  He bowed to him again.  [color=lightblue]"Thank you, your hands will be appreciated.  It is a dark day, but the Dragons will see us through.  A moment please to share the news and give the others time to pack."[/color]

He turned to the Cillia and Axley, his handsome, even pretty face smiling warmly at them.  [color=lightblue]"And thank you both.  Honestly I'd feel lost if I didn't have either of you here.  If you can think of anywhere in the meantime and help me, I'll repay you in kind."[/color]  More books for the urban explorer, more concerts with Axley.  [color=lightblue]"Though I'm afraid we might have to reschedule our music session..."[/color]  He said, trying to put on a brave face.

He looked to Cillia holding up a hand and smiling nervous.  [color=lightblue]"Not saying you didn't have a good idea, I'd prefer if I didn't have to fight for it.[/color]

He would walk off for a moment, finding the older, if still capable man he spoke to.  The news was obviously harsh, but Snow was friends with this man, and while Snow sought new dwellings, he would spread the word.  He went to a corner, taking a walking stick in his hand, and setting the prayer scroll case across his back.  [color=lightblue]"I was thinking the Metal Road.  Surly there must be an empty warehouse we could procure."[/color]  And he exited into the streets.