West Gate -

Taylor walks up to Beayn and Tyrol directly, concern on his features evident, but not for himself. "Do you two need any help? I think I either missed a battle or a really morbid flash mob, and I'm hoping it's the latter, but I'm willing to render assistance either way. Plus, you two look cold and wet." His horn lights up like a torch, waves of heat coming from it - soothing, not scorching, and he drapes his cloak over Tyrol.