Father Roark

Roark catches only a split second of the thug’s seizure before he looks away – he’d rather not keep that image on his conscience – before turning to the baker and forcing a weak smile. “Thank you sir, but we’re all quite alright.” It falls from his face as soon as he turns away, and he quickly whispers into the woman’s ear – “Follow me.” He leads the Oberon and the woman away from the crowd and back the way they came, quickly looking over his shoulder to see if the Starwatch had seen them. “If they pursue us, I can try to cover our escape, but you’ll have to use the opportunity quickly. As soon as I give the signal, bolt. You’ll both know it when you see it. Oberon, try not to lose either of us, I fear if you do then we may not reunite again.” He walks urgently, though trying not to draw too much attention to himself, and mutters a hasty prayer under his breath.