Emma made a gentle noise when she felt someone lift her up, her eyes fluttering open a moment before she realized who it was, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck and closed her eyes again, drifting back off to sleep. She was still so tired, having only been asleep for an hour or so before Denzell had woken.

She was out again by the time the man got her back to the inn, looking quite peaceful and content as the man carried her.

Denzell was curious to note that Arturo was absent. Looking to where Dominick had occupied the room, he found it absent too. Wondering about their whereabouts and whether they had been abandoned, he laid the girl down before joining her to sleep some more. Perhaps they were bringing breakfast...

Emma curled up against Denzell, holding close to him despite what she'd said up in the tower. She enjoyed being close to him and held by him, it made her feel safe, especially as she slept.

Dominic had stayed elsewhere that night, his night occupied by the temporary companion he'd taken interest in. Unfortunately for him, it probably wouldn't last past that one night, but it was good while it had. He was sleeping alongside the woman in her room a mere few doors down from the room the others had in the inn, an arm draped over her side over the sheet that covered their naked flesh. They didn't seem like they'd be getting up anytime soon.

Feeling her against him in his half sleep, the man gave Emma's leg a soft pat. Had he been fully awake, he wouldn't have dared for fear of being inappropriate with her.

Emma merely gave a warm smile in her sleep as she relaxed the rest of the way, draping one arm around Denzell's torso, finger's loosely clutching at his shirt. She was out until nearly noon, giving a yawn as she moved to stretch out and rub her eyes.

Her green eyes opened to search for Denzell, and to see if anyone had returned yet. Dominic was still out, though she didn't know where. Emma's cheeks were a little hot and flushed... She'd had a dream, and she was quite ashamed to have had it! She just hoped she hadn't made many noises in her sleep because of it, how embarrassing that would be! Slowly, she sat up and covered another yawn with her hands, blinking as she looked at the ring on her finger, a rather content smile crossing her face. She remembered the previous night, only making her freckled cheeks flush over a deeper pink blush.

Denzell, while hesitant to go, had left to retrieve some breakfast once he was awake. The crowds in the city was dense beyond what it had been the opening day. Stalls were emptying fast on freshly picked or baked goods. Traveling from one to another, he constantly swiped what he could, filling the pouch he created with his loose shirt front. While he waited for the path to the inn to clear, he idly fingered a necklace bound close to his neck.

Impatience got to him, getting him to whip out one of the buns. He ate it as he walked up to the room.

There was a sharp cry from the room and it was only seconds before everything was quiet again. When Denzell would return to the room, it was empty. There was sign of a struggle and the window was still open. On the floor was the hairpin Denzell had given Emma, some red hair tangled in it and a little blood she'd left behind during the struggle.

Denzell knocked once he got to the door, a light rap to alert her he was coming in to avoid startling her. When he heard no response, he assumed she was still asleep. Such a sleepy head! Amused, he turned the knob and gazed into the room. A brow rose at the sight of red.

Red...His hand shuddered some. Splotches were drawing back memories locked beyond his days in the dungeon. His lips moved slightly as a murmur of another girl's name was released before he corrected himself. The man failed to gather a recollection of who he said first as he cried out Emma's name. As small as the room was, he gazed back and forth anyways. "Emma," he repeated until defeatedly going to the hairpin to pick it up.

Pocketing it, he headed out. Where ever Arturo was crossed his mind. He could very well use some assistance. Was Dominic still here? He shouted out his name, disturbing the other patrons of the inn.

Dominic rose his brow as he heard shouting in the hall, rubbing his face as he rolled over. THat was Denzell's voice, wasn't it? Damn... He sounded like he needed help, maybe something was wrong with that girl... Emma was it? He shifted to get up, giving his night's companion a kiss before he tugged his clothes back on, still pulling his shirt on as he walked out of the room. "Denzell? What're you yelling about?"

Denzell quickly turned and rushed over to him. "It's Emma...Dominic, it's Emma..." His hand felt over where he stuffed the hairpin. "I came back and she's gone. Struggle. Blood..." Concerned he would not feel any compassion for a "stranger," he quickly blurted out, "Emma is Theodore."

"What're you talking about? My brother is dead." Dominic retorted, furrowing his bow. What was wrong with this man? "They told me he was, that those of the tribe killed him, that can't be true!" Why wouldn't Theodore tell him? Why when they were staying in the smae room? It didn't make any sense!

"Who would you believe? The Tribe who kidnapped and tortured him or a friend of his?"

Dominic looked down and he pushed a hand thorugh his hair. "Emma.. really is? Why didn't he tell me then..? No no, nevermind. What happened? You said she's gone."

Glad he thrust aside technicalities, Denzell produced the hairpin. "I went to get her food...and when I returned...there was nothing but this on the floor. Someone came and got her." His eyes were fixated on the hairpin for a moment before he met Dominic's.

"Who has she been around? Anyone suspicious? Was there anything else left?" He started wakling back towards the room. Maybe someone had left some evidence of who had been there to take his brother. He knelt by the area it looked like there was the most struggle, looking for anythin that might have been left behind, moving over to the window and something caught his eye. "Emma... had red hair still, right?" He asked as he pulled something from the window frame.

"Besides Arturo and m'self...there was..." His memory fumbled for a moment. "Tavri." The name came out with a slight tinge of jealousy, unexpected and almost undetected had he not been surprised by the force he placed on it. His attention turned to him. "Red hair, green eyes...what else do you need to know?"

"What did Tavri look like? Do you remember?" He'd glanced at Denzell a moment when he caught the jealousy in his voice before he brougth what he'd found over to him. White-yellow strands of hair like those of the tribe.

Denzell flinched at the hair, not realizing what it was at first. Had he found it himself, he would have dismissed it as remains from a spiderweb. "Like..." His eyes darkened. "M'god...the Tribe has her..."

"How long has she been gone? She was bleeding... there might be a trail." He clutched the strands and went back to the window to look out and search for one. "Damn it..."

"I've been out...maybe half an hour. So during that time," he responded. "...Is there a trail?" he murmured, worried that the girl was bleeding heavily.

"A little... I don't know how far it goes though. It looks like the bleeding was starting to stop." He said, shifting away from the window. "Come on. We better go follow it... Maybe we'll be able to catch up." He didn't know what they'd do if they did, but he wasn't about to lose his brother again!

Backing away from the window, Denzell headed out to descend the stairs and exit the inn in a rush. There was no time to do anything but find Emma now..

Dominic ran off after him, dropping the hairs on the floor of the inn. He found the trail with Denzell outside of the inn under their window, quickly following it cursing as the trail started to thin out the further they got before it disappeared. He stopped and paused as he heard something, bringing a finger to his lips to keep Denzell quiet. It sounded like a carriage of sorts, lead by horses? It could have been anyone, but they could hope it ws Emma. His thoughts were confirmed when there was a woman's cry from the carriage's direction, Emma having woken after being rendered unconscious. She wasn't a match or mulitiple members of the Tribe though, fighting and struggling but they soon shut her back up. Dom ran in the dierection of the noise. "Just follow, we don't stand a chance taking on an enemy we haven't seen... If she's unable to take them on, we're useless. We might be able to sneak her out of where she's being held though."

Denzell followed silently. What had he imagined he would do? The man felt weak. He had no powers close to what Theodore had displayed in the early days he had known him. Nor the professionally trained to perfection magic reflexes Elementals exhibited. He was just him. Common. And it pained him. Right now he didn't want to merely follow. He wanted to rescue her. Fists in tight balls, he pursued the carriage.

Dom kept running with the man, unwilling to give up. He slowed finally when the carriage did as it began to enter stone walls in a hill side, covered by vines and blocked by trees and brush. "Quick. We have to slip in behind the carriage." He said as he quickly stepped after it, he wasn't sre they'd find another way past those walls.