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Rosiel smiles, and bows to Faye, then takes the man's hand, suddenly frowning as he touches him. A slight chill crawled up the Angel's arm, and he was uncomfortably aware that this Keovari knew he was an Angel. He had his wings hidden from view for the purpose of not frightening anyone, and to avoid awkward confrontations if any of his customers happened to be Demons. He stared at Keo as he shook his hand, grasping it firmly.

Keo also seemed to be a similar creature, though not quite an Angel. Perhaps a lower ranking Angel. Rosiel didn't like something knowing what he was, and not knowing what it was. He narrowed his eyes slightly, in uncertaintly, though otherwise showed no discomfort.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," he said in a falsely cheerful voice. "It looks like your friend could definately use one of the rooms. However, if I may ask.. where will you be going... sir?"

Rosiel wasn't particularlly happy about his new guest. He considered asking Keo to leave, but took pity on his female companion, who did seem as if she would soon fall asleep from being so tired. This time he did not bother to hide his discomfort and folded his arms across his chest.

"Pardon my rudeness, sir, but what is your purpose? If you are simply guarding your friend, that is fine... however... if there is something else, I need you to tell me. In private, if need be. I've not met a creature like you, and therefore, if you'll forgive me, do not trust you. And you," he said, turning to Faye, his tone becoming light again. "If you'd like some food or anything, simply ask. If not, I can lead you and your... friend... up to a room."

Keovari smiled slightly and nodded.
"My purpose is to do my duty, to be Guardian to my ward, and my wish is to protect my friend and honorary sister. Beyond that, our personal matters are of a delicate nature. I can assure you put you nor your patrons in any danger. Pardon my sounding too direct, but I am not surprised nor worried that you do not trust me. Few do and fewer should," He smiled slightly, "What is more unusual, in my opinion, is that I trust you because you distrust myself.
"I trust you, Keo." Said the small girl as she stood again and crossed to the men.
Keovari smiled and rested one hand on her shoulder for a silent moment.

"Sir, we do not wish to cause trouble," she said delicately, "We shall leave without fuss if you ask." She smiled, meaning to reassure that her offer was true.
Faye glanced to the side momentarily as she heard a thud. She paused as she began to speak again, considering if the one Rosiel had called Zanzen was alright. She noticed Keovari's glance turned in the same direction and allowed the spirit to watch.
With a smooth motion, her hands moved to the small pouch hanging from her belt. From it's dark depths, she produced a smooth grey stone which she began to rub gently between her thumb and first finger. Her movements were deft. She had done this many times before. In a silent attempt to quench the unease of her inner struggle, the rhythmic movements of the stone in her figers calmed her.
No sign of the sudden change presented itsself in her blue eyes or across her kind face.
"I would only be sad to forego the chance to speak longer with you."

Keovari smiled.
"I assure you, sir, of the fact you would be much more dissapointed if I proved to be less then a good creature then you expect. You may consider that a friendly warning from Faye and myself." He turned his eyes back to Faye, who met his gaze with a hint of sadness. He knew that she did not understand, but it was clear that she knew that his mild warning of her past and his part in holding it back was part of what they spoke of. He reached out to her mind reassuringly.
His fears shall not be realized. I will not let Alyria come through you.

She closed her eyes for a moment before turning her attention fulling to Rosiel.
"Keo and I are searching, in a way. We shall remain here until you return," She smiled softly, "I hope your friend is alright."

Rosiel smiled towards Keo, and it was more warm than his previous stony glare.

"Only time will tell how good of a creature you are. In the meanwhile, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt," he said lightly, raising his brow as he glanced at Zanzen, in his arms. "Zanzen is all right, Miss Faye. He's just lazy. I'll put him on my bed so he can't fall out of my bar stool... although, knowing him, he'll manage to fall out of the bed... But, when I come back, do tell me what you're searching for. You, if you recognize me, do realize what I am, and I'm certain I can help you. I will be very pleased if I can."

He nodded toward the back of the bar, where there was a closed black door. Rosiel silently carried Zanzen behind the bar. Balancing him with the help of his knee, Rosiel opened the door, and went inside, then shut it, to give the two time to consider his offer, and talk between themselves.

Rosiel looks down and notices that Zanzen is awake, then places him on the bed.

"You fell alseep, and then you fell off of my bar stool. I'd like it if you didn't crack your head open, so I figured you'd be better off using my room in the bar. Just go ahead and rest, all right?"

Gabriel slept while the sun beat against the thick lining of the cover he had thrown across the window to protect himself. Rarely were his dreams untroubled; and tonight was no exception...

Rain teemed down onto the slate-tiled roof, making him slip and slide, losing his footing constantly. His adversary's clawed toes dug into the tiles, and he advanced further on the battered and exposed Gabriel. Gabriel managed to stay on his feet for more than a second, and drew his sword back to thrust in his enemy's face; his fury pumped through him like the blood which had dried up in his veins so many centuries ago. The sword flew forward like a bullet, but a huge, hairy, clawed hand had flown out before his enemy's face and a growl rent the air as the sword pierced straight through it.

Gabriel reached to his belt for the sword's twin, and swung it to crash down on his enemy's head. But again, his enemy's hand shot forward and grabbed his wrist, keeping his blow at bay. The two struggled together for dominance, Gabriel's boiling hatred against his enemy's sheer power. The two were forced chest-to-chest in their battle to subdue the other, and Gabriel could feel himself losing the struggle. Becoming the beast he fought so viciously, Gabriel sunk his fangs deep into his enemy's throat; he screamed and let loose a brutal kick to Gabriel's midriff. He was dislodged, and sent sliding across the roof to collide with a gargoyle in the corner, his sword flying from his hand to fall to the ground untold miles below, while his enemy staggered and clutched his neck.

Gabriel saw through his blurry, rain-clouded eyes as his enemy in the distance tore the sword from his hand, and threw it like a spear in his direction. Rolling sideways just in time, the sword pierced the hard rock of the gargoyle with terrific force. Gabriel grabbed the sword's handle, and pulled with all his might, desperately trying to free it as his enemy moved in for the kill.

And then he saw her...standing on the edge of the roof, willing him to win, believing in him with every fibre of her soul. She was soaked and bedraggled by the rain, and the ferocity and uncertainty of the fight had shredded her nerves to tatters. But still she watched, knowing that he would win. As he saw her, with him to the bitter end, Gabriel gave a mighty tug on the sword and the stone shattered.

His enemy was now breathing down his neck; a vicious, clawed hand swung down, intent on killing him in one blow. Gabriel lunged forward, sword pointed to his enemy's heart, and the two collided...

Gabriel awoke, shouting again, and the remembrance of his surroundings both comforted him and reduced him to weeping, as he seemed to do so often lately. But then...that feeling...that feeling that only she could produce, the one he had missed so bitterly these last six years, it seemed to be creeping up the stairs like a ghost. He pressed himself to the door, trying to feel it; but then, he tore himself away, hitting his own head and saying, "Damn you! Why do you trick me? Why do you taunt and torment me so?" And throwing his book against the wall, he wrapped himself in the quilt and retreated back into sleep.