Adrian listened to Llywelyn's tale closely, though it wasn't much of a surprise. He had gotten lost in the forest, similar to Adrian himself. Had everyone here become lost as well? Did Rosalinda endure the same terrors? It seemed as if she worked here, so she must have been here for awhile. Adrian was curious to know how she found herself here aswell. At the young wizard's request to address him as "Llyw", Adrian smiled and nodded. 'Llywelyn of Oaktower' was a mouthful, so such a nickname was welcomed. Thinking about it now, Adrian found he was quite familiar with this wizard, as the previous advisor had written a book on wizards and their teachings. In his free time, Adrian would go through the former advisor's things and learn what he had learned, and he remembered seeing Auredhel's name many times throughtout the book. He made note to visit the wizard after he returned to his kingdom.

Once Llyw had finished speaking, Rosalinda approached them once again. Adrian watched with amusement as she went off on a banter. She spoke a mile a minute, and it was foolish to even attempt to comprehend what she was saying. She suggested a bath, and the image of a tub full of bubbling, steamy water caused Adrian to fill an instant yearning to wash up and relax. Rosalinda left to shout at some men, but returned to ask for their names. It was clear to him that she didn't recognize him now, and he felt a bit insulted by it. The half-breed stood tall as he watched Llyw bow and introduce himself almost gracefully, having no intention to introduce himself to her. She should already know who he was, and if she expected an introduction, then he'd stand here and wait for her to remember. Still, perhaps a hint would help her. "Adrian Raven," the half-breed spoke in a low voice, his sharp eyes observing her face for any recollection.

It didn't take as long as he thought it would, though her face at the realization shocked him. She stared up at him with wide eyes, obviously shaken, as if she had seen a ghost. She spoke something that could have been the mumblings of a mad man, and Adrian stared back at her with confusion, almost suspicion. For what reason was she afraid of him? What had he done to make her this way? His mouth opened and closed as she left, wishing to say something, but not knowing what he could say. It was possible that anything he would say would only serve to frighten her more, and whatever had frightened her, he'd wish to speak about without the company of the others. 

“Oh, my...” he heard Llyw say after she had gone. Adrian wished he could offer some form of explanation, but he was bewildered himself. 

"I should check to make sure the maiden is not ill," he mumbled to himself, looking off into the direction she had gone. Two men entered the scene, and one was clearly badly hurt. As he watched the newcomer drip blood, there was slight movement in the corner of his eye, and he turned. The girl, the one with the shape-shifting companion, was bent over, holding her stomach. Her pained expression revealed something Adrian hadn't noticed when he arrived. She was pregnant. "Llyw," he said to the apprentice, "let us finish our conversation later, shall we?"

With quick steps, he appeared next to the blind girl at the desk. He glanced at her unseeing eyes in a moment of curiosity, then turned to the innkeeper."Lazarus, is it?" Adrian asked. "There's many here that need to be attended to, and I'm sure you have a mage or one of other profession that could be of assistance." As he said this, he glanced back at the pregnant woman. "Do fetch someone quickly. I also beg for a moment of your time to speak with you later, as I have some questions that must be answered." With that, he turned from the innkeeper and headed off into the direction he had seen Rosalinda retreat.

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After knocking on most of the doors in the hallway, many of which were empty, Adrian finally came upon her door. The soft sound of her voice was rewarding, and he sighed as he turned the knob and entered. "Rosalinda," he whispered as he observed her sobs. "I'm aware there must be some reason for this, but I need say that there's some misunderstanding." He stopped and it grew quiet, and he went to sit beside her. Though the man in him wished to wipe away her tears, he could not bring himself to do so. They were no longer as close as they once were. "The king said that you eloped when I asked him of your location. I'm as shocked to see you here as you are of me." He informed her. "Did we not depart on good terms? Were not there smiles upon our faces the last moment we saw eachother?"