[color=#1A1A3B][b][u][h1][sub][sub][sub]Farren[/sub][/sub][/sub][/h1][/u][/b][/color]		  winced ever-so-slightly at the distant shriek that reached him, a sound that the others had surely heard as well. He pondered at what it might be, brief flashes touched his mind, speaking of knowledge that he’d perhaps lost…but it all felt faint and murky–vague even. Like he hadn’t known much about whatever the memories had entailed. The feeling faded and his mind was soon occupied by other matters as the agitated sound of men’s voices reached him through the door…gradually approaching. Farren pulled away from the door, but before he could say anything further, this ‘Ophelia’ spoke and said something altogether strange. ‘Men turned to beasts?’

Farren’s eyes narrowed and then a loud stumbling clatter and thud echoed behind him. Before he’d even thought about it, Farren turned on his heel, one of his blades already drawn–as if by reflex. He stared across the distance, seeing that Torquil had backed–stumbled, startled maybe–straight into one of the many cots and toppled it quite soundly to the ground. He frowned, his fingers tight on the handle of the curved blade, the axe in his other hand gripped just as tightly…then he relaxed slightly. A small smile tugged at the edge of his lips and amusement entered his gaze. Farren navigated back towards the other two. Something in him spoke of whisperings, of experience, if not outright knowledge or understanding. What Ophelia said made a perverse sort of sense to him. Why else keep the knowledge about Beasts so tightly leashed? How else might they understand how to create Hunters?

Farren spoke as he laid a hand on Torquil's shoulder, [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Steady there, can’t be caught all flat footed by [i]knowledge[/i] of all things, no matter how shocking.”[/b][/color] He gave the man a small smile, his bright blue eyes amused.

After a moment, Farren's hand fell away and he glanced to Ophelia–who to him seemed to be the more steady-minded of the two, if this had been anything to go by. [color=#1A1A3B][b]“Voices beyond the door, several men…getting closer,”[/b][/color] he said, expression more series, his smile gone. Then he turned to stripping the shirts from some of the corpses in the room, gathering thread, and rigging up a sort of sling holster. It took him only a few minutes and he was surprised at how steady his hand was at it. He’d only wanted to give it a try to see if he could give himself somewhere better to hang the axe…he had not at all expected that he’d be [i]good[/i] at this sort of thing. Odd…he couldn’t remember even a shred of [i]why[/i] he had the skills either. Ah well…it was useful to know at least.