Nolan [i]hated[/i] the Storm Coast. There was absolutely nothing in the area of importance or worth in the eyes of the Warden. The near-endless rain which poured down on his hooded head did little to dispel his contempt for the area, it had begun to soak through the blue hood of his warden clothing, and essentially served now as little more than a wet cloth, slowly seeping more and more water onto the top of his head. Why the renegade Templars Nolan and his partner had been tasked with executing had fled here of all places - he did not know. Though, perhaps they had chosen the Storm Coast for the very fact that it was so horrid to trek through - one would have to be awfully devoted to want to trudge all this way just to face a reasonable number of Templars.

Using his staff as a walking stick of sorts, Nolan brought his free hand up to cover his mouth - the cold and rain had been getting to him, and it was more than clear in the thick, chesty cough which he let out. When they were done here - Nolan planned to find the warmest, coziest tavern he could - preferably one with a welcoming name like 'The Fat Nug', not one of those seedy pubs usually given a more violent moniker, such as; 'The Fighting Nug'. When it came to comfort - one word could make a world of difference. He pictured his recuperation as he trudged along - sitting by a fireplace, moving in and out of friendly conversations with the other bargoers, a warm cup of tea in his hand, and a number of sweet cakes and pastries before him, freshly baked by the Tavern owners wife. It was all so peaceful, the quiet conversation, the crackling fire and the warm atmosphere.. Th-

[i][b]KATHOOOOM[/b][/i]

The thunderous explosion only a few meters ahead of he and his partner was certainly more than enough to drag the Warden out of his train of thought, and back into the horrid reality which was the Storm Coast. Shifting his gaze over his shoulder, Nolan set eyes on his partner. He certainly didn't envy Clara - while he was certainly not warm in his own attire, and the limited armour he wore on his chest, arms and legs added to the freezing nature of their trek - he was not the one in a full suit of armour. In fact, Nolan rather admired the fact that the woman had not simply frozen to death and been unknowingly left behind by the Mage kilometers back. [color=#2E64FE]"Think that might've been the Templars saving us all the trouble?"[/color] Perhaps it was not the time for a humerous quip - but Nolan didn't care, he felt the need to lighten the mood somewhat, even if it was in relation to something which could have been incredibly problematic for the two of them.

Picking up the pace, it did not take much longer for Nolan and Clara to reach the entrance of the cave system - ignoring any particular cause for concern, and seemingly forgetting entirely about the explosion which had occurred a few moments before, he held out his free hand, a spark flashing before a small ball of fire - akin in size and brightness to that of a simple torch, appeared. Holding it relatively close to himself in an attempt to warm and dry himself, he pressed on into the cave - paying little attention to his surrounding as he almost tripped over the first of the dead Templars. Looking down to the man, he could gather fairly easily from the bleeding hole in his throat - that he had not blown himself up. [color=#2E64FE]"It would appear someone's taking our job - Clara."[/color] It was only a few moments more, passing the other two Templars who had been murdered fairly recently - that the Warden and Templar reached the cave-in, and the two who had been its cause. Nolan made no real move to action - at least not yet, after all, he was aware these weren't normal Templars, but he was curious as to why these two - who he assumed caused the explosion - were here.


[color=#2E64FE]"Well hello there."[/color]