Go to the tavern? And keep the people calm there? He could scarcely think of what seemed like a worse place to attempt to keep people calm, but the tavern would have a cellar, and he didn’t doubt Ser Talfryn’s sensibilities. No, mostly he just doubted his own ability to actually calm other people down.. The older man’s encouragement was helpful though – it seemed silly, but it was almost like he could feel strength coming from the hand on his shoulder. Well, it was silly.. But it was still there. Loïc glanced over his shoulder at Ashya, thankful that she was here. She’d help keep him moving, and Andraste knew that such a thing would be helpful right now. Unless there was another templar already in the tavern, he wasn’t actually sure how he was going to handle things. Ashya would heckle him mercilessly afterwards, but such was the way of things. He was used to the friendly ribbing at this point.
‘Yes Ser,’ he said quickly, before looking over at Ashya for a moment and gesturing for her to come with him. (Which was also silly, since she’d just heard Talfryn tell them both to go to the same place.. His thoughts were mildly scattered.) The knight’s attention had moved over to the.. really tall lady whose name he didn’t remember right now, and Loïc determined it was probably a good idea to just get going. Without another word, he and Ashya set off for the tavern, she only just slightly behind him and he with sword drawn. (His shield was on his back though; it was much easier to run that way.) He went in front really just because he wasn’t a ranged combatant; in all honesty, Ashya was probably more useful in a fight, though she could be removed from battle easier than he. The path to the tavern wasn’t particularly difficult – mostly he just seemed to have to dodge other people running somewhere else – and it didn’t take that long to get there. He opened the door and turned to usher her in, and..
‘Ashya?’ Where did she go? She had just been behind him – he had heard her back there, running behind him. (It was a familiar sound, the two of them running. He was used to hearing her steps.) She had also yelled at some point, although he’d assumed that had been out of frustration at the time. Had she run off to help someone? She hadn’t made sure he’d come with her, but then that made sense as well – she’d never really been one to get others to look after her. Loïc took a few steps away from the door and scanned the area, hoping to see her. She hadn’t yelled at him that long ago, had she? He wasn’t even sure she’d been yelling at him.. ‘Ashya!’ Running out further and there was still no sign of her; suddenly his helm seemed to be restricting his vision far too severely, and he whipped it off, holding it loosely by the visor. She wasn’t anywhere at all. How was that possible? She’d.. She’d just been with him and now she was gone. What sort of templar lost a single charge in the middle of what was barely even technically combat? Should he keep looking for her? It was almost impossible, with people constantly moving around him. No, he would go back to the tavern and hope that she showed up soon, laughing at him for being so worried and telling him to get back to work calming people down. (Like that would be easy when he himself was so nervous.) With a last glance around, he turned to go back to the tavern and begin carrying out the rest of Talfryn’s orders.