Mikaril thought for one instant as he felt the almost intangible embrace of the shadows that he had heard one long wail coming from the House who's gates he had just escaped from. Haellara? He found himself shrugging almost happily; who cared? He was free now, both him and Kyil were away and stood a chance of getting away altogether and starting the trek back to where they belonged. It seemed as though the everlasting nightmare had finally come to an end. He had seen what he needed to see, and now he knew there was no longer a reason for him to return to his House. Once he put House Torlyl and his Hellish sister behind him, he would be more free than he had ever been in his life. He only wished that Kyil had not been there to share in his torment, though he had to admit, without his friend there, he probably would have succumbed to the torments of his sister long ago.
He kept the back of their rescuer in sight, pausing as he saw the other stop and make an attempt to not look as though he had been running from someone. He noticed then the odd attire the male was wearing; skirts and ribbons, like a dancer, or maybe a young female. How unusual. Mikaril smiled a bit at the thought; between his cloak, Kyil's eyes, and the stranger's clothes, if they could manage to seak about unnoticed, Undrek Thoz must surely be blind. Of course, they planned to cheat by using magic to hide, but it was still a thought that he found funny. He followed the stranger in casually, looking as though he was merely entering the tavern after the male, and not showing any indication that he knew him. Making sure Kyil was close; after all, the two of them together shouldn't arouse much suspicion; he followed the male past the dining area and through the building to where the rooms were. He wordlessly followed the male into one of the rooms, making sure that Kyil was safely inside before walking over to a chair propped against the wall and sitting down heavily into it.
Now that the running and the excitement was over, he found himself wanting nothing more than to sit somewhere and not have to move. But of course, he couldn't do that until he was sure of their rescuer. He still knew nothing about him, though he certainly looked harmless enough with his dainty clothes and his harmless green eyes. Feeling as though he ought to break the silence, Mikaril cleared his throat and fixed his eyes upon their host. "Thank you. Whoever you are, thank you, for helping me and my friend out."
