Brie spotted the muscular man sat with his leg at an awkward angle, sipping a drink, he seemed to have cleaned up, and was wearing a loose tunic, which accentuated his large muscles along his shoulders and arms.

As she approached him. She couldn't help but wonder where Mor had got to, and if she may have encountered trouble of some kind, it had only been a short while since she had helped the man with the dark skin and disfigured leg from the fire.

It was still rather light out, people tiredly mulling around but still buzzed about the happenings of the late mornings events. She noticed, as she worked her way to the table that people were beaming at her, some even stopped her to hug her or shake her hand. It took her by surprise, having grown accustomed to them ignore her or out right avoid her – she disliked it intensely, it brought too much attention. Besides, she'd merely organised the town to help themselves, nothing to sing and dance about.

"Um, hello" she said to his back and when he tried to turn he winced in his face but smiled nevertheless. She sat down opposite him without an invitation.

"Hello!" He pushed a tankard across the table and she narrowed her gaze slightly, "I asked the woman at the bar what you usually drink, I hope that's suitable?" He was anxious but his eyes lingered on her own, and she couldn't help but grin.

"This is suitable," she grinned as she placed a hand around the tankard, glancing around the tavern for any signs of blonde hair or pretty gold eyes. "How's the leg?" she asked, non-commitedly.

"Been better, but I'll heal, thanks to you" his voice was soft "you know, everyone is talking about you"

"That's nothing new," she said as she sipped the drink carefully smelling it for any abnormalities. He laughed, a deep, rich sound, which made her insides churn. Yet still, she couldn't stop picturing Mor's face, just the night before, when she had laughed. It was different, of course but Mor laughed with her eyes too and the man across from her, his eyes could not quite get there.

"So it would seem" he smiled and took another sip of his drink. "People can't decide if you're a hero or if you started the fire in the first place" he winked awkwardly. This man is not accustomed to speaking with women, Brianna smiled inwardly.

"Well slap a spoon to my leg, I wonder what else they say about me?" she giggled as his mouth quirked into a wide smile.

"I don't think I'd like to repeat what some people say about you…except I can agree at least, that you're a beautiful young woman" and she couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Are you always so flattering?" she fiddled with a loose thread as he let out a long and low laugh.

"It's almost strange to see you without the black ash" he tilted his head as if studying her.

"I had to bathe again, which has delayed me a little" she couldn't meet his eyes, she recalled what that man had said, that he was a soldier, she had to tread very carefully, like a cat and mouse. She's already drawn too much attention to herself, she had half the cursed town staring at her – without wanting to hunt her down for once – and a faerie who'd been watching her no doubt. She had overstayed her welcome in this area for certain.

"I don't see you around much, what do you do, besides rescue men from fires like its nothing at all?"

"Oh I'm not all that interesting" she deflected, taking a long sip of her drink "I like to travel, I get bored easily" he nodded in understanding. His face was certainly more familiar without the ash and soot; her mind was rattling in its cage trying to place him. Instead, she sighed, glancing around the tavern again. She felt almost frustrated that the beautiful faerie had yet to interrupt her, given she had done so only the night before – just two tables down.

"I see" he sipped his drink "you're leaving today?" She nodded "where are you going, if you don't mind me enquiring?"

"I usually just walk, and see where the Mother takes me"

"Interesting" she tried not to gulp.

"Well, thank you for the drink but as I said I am already delayed…" his eyes widened.

"Warren, that's my name and I'm sorry, I'm not very good at this at all" he looked rather unsure of himself and it was brash and he was a soldier, they were great at coming and going, a hand on a compass that did not point to anywhere in particular. She groaned inwardly at how frustrated she felt. At the land she was stuck in, at the life she led – much like a soldier but without the violence – mostly. At the blonde, pretty faerie who'd asked so much of her…Who did she think she was anyway? Brianna thought bitterly, coming here and demanding my attention like I owe it to her and then wondering off leaving me to sit and wait for her to show up again?

"What, exactly, is 'this'?" she raised her eyebrow and inched slightly closer to him tucking in her bottom lip ever-so-slightly. She smiled as he visibly swallowed.

"Uh" he stuttered, uncertainty in his eyes as he coughed "the captain moved our departure until later tomorrow on account of my injury…"

"Is that so?" Something in her was crying at her, begging almost, she did need to relieve some tension, and he was leaving soon… he drank the rest of his drink in one swift gulp and nodded toward the small door.

"How soon do you have to leave?"

"I can spare a few more hours" she said, draining her own drink. Excitement and something dark entered his eyes.

"It seems we both leave soon" he drawled "I almost greeted The Mother, it would be nice to have some fun before we both go our separate adventures…but no pressure, you certainly can't blame a man for trying" he shrugged.

"I really do have to leave very soon" the caution in her voice was apparent. She was enjoying the dance, the hope in his eyes. She glanced quickly around, still no sign of Mor or any other Fae for that matter.

"As do I, seems we won't see each other again which is unfortunate" he shrugged, gripping his empty tankard.

"Do you live close by?" She cursed herself.

"Just over the way there" he angled his head out of the small circular window to a little dimly lit inn.

"What about your buddies?" He snorted.

"They're busy, training, getting the ship ready, I didn't have to…" he glanced quickly at his leg, still strapped up but already looking a little stronger. She placed her tankard aside and stood, holding her arm out.

"Well then, lead the way" the smile on his face lit him up, and couldn't help but notice the rippling of his muscles as he walked in front of her, past the few people, and across the small dirt path to the little inn.

She was being careless, brash, fine was usually careful, smart, calculating. But Mor had decided to not need her after all, and even if she did, she had disappeared. No matter - Brianna was unattached and Mor was correct in her initial analysis that her lifestyle could become lonely…

"Sorry, the door is a bit" he huffed as his large shoulder barged into the side of the tough door "stiff" he finished and hobbled in the small room. He stood by a little window by the double wooden bed, she almost grimaced at the size of it, how someone of his stature slept comfortably in it was beyond her.

It smelt musky, she noticed firstly, distinctly, manly and it was bare save for a few bags which were indeed, packed but it did fit them both in comfortably. The remnants of the day's sunshine crept through the small window. She glanced outside quickly and rolled her eyes inwardly at her self.

Brie walked towards him and saw him slightly stiffen; he was definitely not accustomed to confident lovers, or women in general – she couldn't know and didn't care to find out. Warren had short hair, she hadn't noticed it curled slightly around his eyes and ears, and his dark skin was marked with some strange black lines and swirls – almost like waves.

"They represent my brothers, we all got them" he caught her looking and she was bold enough to look into his eyes, his skin looked soft, but around his mouth short black hairs stuck out although they seemed to be controlled, they did made him appear older, however. He was certainly older, but not by much – that, she had already deciphered. He was handsome, in a rugged, masculine way.

"They're nice" and she crossed the rest of the distance, until she was inches from him, he of course, was taller than her. She was able to keep his gaze however and relished him drinking in her body, she didn't need to see he was already beginning to grow…excited and she wondered how long it had been for him. "I drink a tonic…so you know" and he smiled, she could feel his breath on her neck, he smelt of ale and man.

"You're very beautiful" his eyes almost glazed over and he crushed his mouth to hers no longer able to withstand from the temptation. She let the surprise roll off her, sinking into the kiss. His short facial hair scratched her face slightly as his tongue grazed the entrance to her mouth and she gladly accepted him entrance. He groaned into her mouth as she crushed herself close to him, pushing her breasts against his chest, her nipples hardening slightly at the sudden contact with his muscular torso.

He tugged at her clothes, pulling them off her in swift motions, despite his injured leg and then she helped him out of his own clothes. She couldn't help but take a quick step back to look at him, his body was indeed, very impressive, he was covered in those black markings, his muscles rippling with every movement. He was panting furiously, enjoying her eyes on him.

As she moved her gaze down his body, stopping at his waist, the hairs on his chest and down to between his legs, she couldn't help but grin, her own need evident between her legs. She heard him breathing heavily and glanced up at him, he was indeed, drinking in her body, appreciating her every curve, every muscle and she was not surprised to see he was solid, ready to devour her.

She pushed him back and he toppled back onto the bed, letting out a low gruff laugh but his eyes never left her body. She slowly crept toward him and she decided, that she was indeed the cat, she knew it then, that he would bend to her every desire if only to reach his own.

She climbed atop his stomach, not yet granting him access but kissing him, tugging his lower lip with her teeth, he let out low groans and she could feel he was desperate to be buried inside her, given the twitching. Still, she would not allow him access, instead, she left little kisses down his chest and continued down his stomach until she reached her goal. Her growled when she took him in her mouth, and felt him grip her hair softly, she toyed with him, licking, sucking, not giving him the full continuous movement he was desperate for.

She carefully monitored his leg, not touching it, she was light enough for her to avoid hurting him, and she gave him a little taster of taking as much of his considerable length into her mouth that she could, and he groaned so loudly it made her dizzy with need. She crawled back up him, carefully mounting him and finally, slowly, allowing him to enter her, drawing groans from both.

He gripped her hips as she rode him, slowly and then quickening her pace, until she finally allowed his full length inside her, he was panting and she was almost growling in pleasure when he toyed with her hard nipples. When she climaxed with him deep inside her, she could feel the walls closing in on him and clearly he could too, because moments later he was crying out her name.

When she flopped down next to him, crushed to his side under his arm, their breathing heavy, with grins on both of their faces. "Well," he kissed her "you're something else" and she smiled.

"Not too bad yourself" and the smile he gave her could bring a woman to her knees, which was exactly why she was confused when Mor's soft, mischievous smile entered her head.

"We still have a little more time, my turn to torture you" he's evil, she thought, smile still plastered on her face as he moved himself between her legs and put his mouth to good use.