Graakt leaned over and explained to Cole the intent of the gadget he was to retrieve, and immediately Cole's face twisted into a scowl. To think he had traveled this whole way just for something to speed up the feathering of arrows. His poor, aching wings had worked so tirelessly to get here so quickly - well, then again, Angela [i]had[/i] said there was no big rush. Cole began to wonder if perhaps she really [i]had[/i] just sent him on a meaningless quest to get him out of her hair. But Cole's mouth sometimes yearned to work faster than its filter, and he began with, [color=cyan]"You mean I came all this way-"[/color] but then was quieted by the woman on the stage. His attention turned, silently, to her, as did everyone else's.

The beginning seemed normal enough - even the odd comment of special ending surprise appeared innocent. Cole watched with curious eyes as items were sold left and right, his mind making guesses on what the special products could have possibly been. Neither Graakt nor Cecielle seemed to speak much, and likewise, Cole stayed quiet.

Then the ending came. The Life or Death "items." Cole's gaze of curiosity instantly became one of horror and disgust as he watched seemingly innocent people being slaughtered or enslaved for sport. Just as he'd turned to voice his being appalled, the doors of the warehouse burst as Knights began to fill the cracks between bodies. The moment that Cecielle took flight, Cole was behind her, wings spread and flapping anxiously. He sped directly toward the door behind her, only to realize that neither of them could immediately escape. As Cecielle took to cowering between the rafters, Cole perched himself upon the ledge of the doorframe, pulling at the daggers strapped to his sides. The leather strap that bound them to his belt released, and he held onto the one in his right hand defensively, peering down at the crowd of panicking bodies with wide eyes.