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**Victory Celebration in Ravens Bluff and Return to Lyrabar**
 * 10/17/2015**

The fortress was at last quiet, Marco's agonizing screams had long since gone. The unnatural cold had faded from the room. Looking around at each other, everyone looked exhausted and covered in blood. Posy leaned heavily on her warhammer. A slight blue still clung to her skin from the ice devil's frost. Wren felt empty and patronless, her body tingling as Inali clung to her shoulders. Kale was gaunt and pale as they leaned against each other, still recovering from the drow trying to pull out his soul. Battered and worn from the last ice devil, Melleron slumped to the floor at Mali's feet as the little halfling hugged onto him, comforting him. Erevin and Thorn, spattered in their own blood, managed to look over what was left of the shredded Marco remains, gathering his equipment to take with them.

Burgler's Bracers (sold for 500 gold) Belt of +4 Dex and +4 Str (went to Erevin) Amulet of Natural Armor +2 (went to Thorn) Ring of Protection +2 (sold for 2000 gold) Boots of Striding and Springing (went to Kale) +3 Halfling Bane Rapier (sold for 16,000 gold) +2 Elf Bane Dagger (sold for 9,000 gold) +3 Leather Armor (went to Maliumpkin)

Also still had loot from the dwarf made of spiders +2 Light Hammer (sold for 4000 gold) +2 Amulet of Natural Armor (went to Posy) +1 Breastplate (sold for 500 gold) Belt of Strength +2 (sold for 2,000 gold) Headband of Wisdom +2 (went to Shri)

And loot from the dark dwarves Full Plate +2 (sold for 2,500 gold) Heavy Steel Shield +1 (sold for 500 gold) Bastard Sword +1 (sold for 1,000 gold) 5 Breastplates +2 agile (sold 4 for 18,000 gold / 1 went to Uther) 5 Lances +1 (sold for 5,000 gold) 6 Cloaks of Resistance +1 (sold 2 for 1000 gold / 1 each went to Uther, Kale, Shri, and Ursus) 2 Javelins of Lightning (went to Thorn) Brooch of Shielding (went to Shri)

Sold Items Gold Total = 62,000 (12,400 gold each!) Found Gold in Marco's Fortress = 40,000 (8,000 gold each!)

Draining the last of their healing potions, they were able to bring a little color back into Posy and Kale. They found a luxurious bedroom as they explored the stone palace, collecting piles of loot. Posting a pair per watch, the group tried to sleep...

Posy, on watch, heard the sound of a muffled explosion from far away coming through the window of the palace. She turned to Jerome, "Can you go check that out?" Her ghostly uncle blinked at her, "What if it's dangerous? I could... oh wait... I guess I can't." He nodded to her, "Alright, I'll go and see." He hefted his gnomish pick over his shoulder. After he left, the young barbarian woke the others. Erevin tilted his head, "There was an explosion? ...and you sent Jerome?" Posy nodded, "I thought that would be safest." Mali nodded, "Not to mention he's quiet..." "You can do that?" Thorn sat up, "Why hasn't he scouted out for us more often?" Posy laughed and shrugged, "I just thought of it."

Jerome returned a few minutes later, shaking his head, "I can only go so far away from you. There's no one coming across the bridge... but I think I seen some flashes of light on the other side of the cavern." Wren stretched, "I suppose we better go check it out?" Erevin nodded, and everyone put armor back on, slinging on packs to trek out of the palace.

After re-crossing the bridge to head back... occasional drow fires still erupted in the cavern, casting eery shadows on the walls until they finally came to a large newly broken open hole in the wall where they found Azarius finishing off a few animated stone statues with a powerful green ray. Shri and Goram were coming down next to him, the dwarf chopping limbs off of the statues.

Noticing the bright golden beam of light still radiating off Erevin coming around the corner, Shri dashed out to throw herself into his arms, "You're alive! ...not that I had any doubts! My simple woodsman is far too tough to be taken down so lightly." Wren sighed with relief, greeting their companions, "It's so good to see you three." Posy nodded beside her, agreeing.

Erevin hugged Shri warmly, "How did you find your way down?" "I communed with Eilistraee," she nodded, "There was not a complete open path through... the dwarves sealed the passages down to here, but Azarius was able to blast our way through. There were dwarven guardians in place just in case as well... but we fought our way down. Apparently the dwarves didn't trust that the drow were gone forever... but... What happened to you?"

Goram nodded, coming up beside them, "Aye! Tell us the story, laddie. Why even Thorn survived!" "What do you mean, '//even// Thorn survived'?" the halfling rogue blinked at the dwarf, "I'm Thorn! Of course I survived!" "Three to one," Shri and Azarius shrugged at each other. Thorn looked back and forth between them, "Three to one?" Goram nodded to him, clapping him on the shoulder and gesturing toward Wren, "Well you weren't as bad as the witch... she was five to one." Wren frowned, "Thanks... thanks for the vote of confidence." Thorn thought about it for a moment and nodded, "I'm going to be an adventuring bookie when I retire." Wren laughed, and Erevin nodded in agreement, "There's money in that."

Erevin told the three the story as the group climbed their way back up through the pathways into Sabreen. The dwarven city was still in good shape, looking more abandoned than ruined.

"Do you think Eisenhammer will come down here at all?" Wren asked the dwarf. "Aye, I think since the days of Thunder and the resurgence of my people... that a group from clan Eisenhammer... maybe even 1 or 2 of the other clans... might want to set up an outpost down here," he nodded to her, "We'll speak with the humans of Ravens Bluff. Perhaps even some of the elves as well. See what we can do about disabling that drow mythal. It would make it less attractive for any drow to come back. Between our people's knowledge and that of the elves, we might be able to do that." "That'd be great!" the others nodded around him. "Of course that's down the road a bit... it's a delicate process. Mythals are high magic... with a lot of magic tied up into them. One wrong move and it could blow up and collapse the cavern, making a big sink hole up top, and I don't think the people up top would appreciate that," Goram warned, "Mythals are very powerful. Elves in the old days were very tricksy." "Very guarded," Erevin nodded.

"Their mythals last a long time," Goram continued, "but they are possible to bring down. 70 some years ago, the dracorage mythal was brought down and that was tens of thousands of years old." "Where was that at?" Erevin inquired. "In the north," the scholarly dwarf answered, "They had constructed a mythal that every hundred years or so, when the King Killer's Star was in the sky... it made the dragons go crazy." "This was done deliberately?" Thorn asked, baffled. Wren nodded to him, "Right! That's a good question." "Yes," Goram nodded to them, "They would get into each other's hordes and attack well fortified positions... basically loosing their intelligence." Wren blinked, "So was this just to reduce the dragon population?"

"To kill dragons, yes. To reduce their numbers and prevent them from ever returning their reign," the dwarf nodded, "Dragons reigned over the lands until they had quite a bit of fighting between themselves, dwindling in age... and there was the war between Tiamat and Bahamut... enabling the other races like the elves and the dwarves to raise their numbers and grow to prominence. The mythal that they made was made to guarantee that the dragons would never again return to their state of power." "But that's been destroyed?" Wren tilted her head. "Yes, about 70 years ago," Goram nodded, "A member of the cult of dragons... triggered it early... and a group of adventurers or something destroyed the mythal at that time." Wren nodded, "Interesting..." "You'd have to talk to a dragon to find out more," Goram shrugged. Wren smiled at him, "I'll do that."

"If you can trust them," Goram shrugged, "Dragons are a lying sort." "Absolutely!" Maliumpkin agreed. Wren shook her head, "Not all of them." "Most of them," Thorn shrugged at her. Erevin nodded to Goram and the others. The dwarf grinned and gestured toward the prince as he looked at the young elven witch, "It would appear that your simple woodsman thinks so." "I didn't say it," Erevin shrugged at her as Wren whirled around to look at him. "You worship the god of deceit and lies!" Mali accused her. "I didn't worship her," Wren shrugged, "She just gave me power..." The others all shook their heads.

The group kept walking as they discussed stories, eventually returning to the lift that they rode down in the mine. Goram looked at the white crystals and then up at Wren expectantly. She shrugged at him, shaking her head, "I'm sorry... I have nothing left." He patted her, "Aw it's alright, lass, you put enough in it the first time... it should still work. I was just joshing you." He turned the crank as everyone boarded the wall-less lift, and with a clattering sound they left Sabreen behind... returning to the mine shaft with sunlight at the end.

Guards dressed in the noble house of Norwood waited at the top of the lift in the mine. Erevin hailed them over and they turned quickly, counting the number of returning adventurers, "You're all alright?" Wren nodded, "We're all still walking anyway." The guard glanced back toward the deep hole. Goram shook his head, "Not to worry. The lift should be inoperable until we get the witchy here to give it another zzt zzt." Wren laughed and shrugged, "Sorry... I'm all out of batteries." Kale put his arm around her, pulling her close, "It's alright, baby. I still love you. And as long as I'm around... you don't need batteries." The young witch grinned at him and giggled.

Finally... exiting the mine into the bright sunlight and fresh vegetation... salty sea air rushed over them. The elves seemed visibly relieved to be out of the crushing caverns. Climbing down the steep pathway into the city, everyone returned to Marden Norwood's estate. The young noble greeted them excitedly, "You've taken care of the problem then?" Erevin nodded, "The problem is no more." "Excellent! Excellent!" Marden nodded, "Everyone in the city will be happy to hear that Marco's reign of terror is over. We owe you a debt that we can never repay... but please, at least rest for the day here... recoup and get your full abilities back."

Inali looked up at Wren with ears laid flat and sad eyes, "I ... I can't give you any of your spells back... until we find a new patron." Wren nodded, sighing, "Let's take a walk." She could feel the pull of the water as it seemed to almost call her name. It was time to find out just what it wanted.

Marden clapped his hands together, sending servants to prepare luxurious rooms for everyone and delicious aromas wafted from the kitchen. Erevin glanced around the Norwood home, curious if the nobleman had a vested interest in one of the other thief guilds. Nothing seemed overt, but the young prince still guessed that there was something.

"If you'd like to stick around til at least tomorrow... there are others who would like to speak to you as well. We could have a party to celebrate your victory," Marden came back around the corner. "Alright, let's gear up," Thorn nodded. "What?" the nobleman looked curiously at the halfling, "What do you need weapons and armor for? It's a party." Erevin and Thorn nodded in unison, "Precisely." "I don't know how these things go in Lyrabar... but here in Ravens Bluff... parties are parties," Marden assured them. "That's what they all say," Wren laughed, standing in the doorway. Erevin grinned and nodded to her, before turning back to the nobleman, "We are pressed for time... but it would be impolite to leave early." "Excellent," Marden nodded, "There are a few other nobles who would like to thank you for what you have done for Ravens Bluff and we'll give you a proper send off." Erevin nodded, "Thank you." Marden and Goram walked off discussing the dwarven ruins.

"We're going for a walk," Wren nodded to the others. "Take Kale," Erevin nodded to her. She blinked for a moment and turned to her elven warrior, "Would you like to go?" He nodded, heading out the door beside her. From the cliffs of the noble districts, they could see the vastness of the ocean ahead. The water had been trying to claim her for so long... The young witch gazed at the watery depths and then glanced over to her familiar, "Inali... if we get down there... and Ghandahaur is the one doing the offering... We are not accepting his invitation." "Okay," Inali nodded, "I didn't think you were big on tentacle violation." Wren smirked and shook her head, "That's not happening." She shuddered, recalling the nightmarish visions she and Mali had endured near that strange wedding rock on Crucible's island. Inali nodded, "I'm with you with whatever you do."

Wren stood at the edge of the cliffs watching the waves crash on the shore below. Kale guessed her intention as he watched, and placed a gentle hand on her, "Are you sure about this, Wren?" She turned to look into his green eyes, thoughts rolling through her mind... she wanted to give him some sort of reassurance... but she really wasn't certain herself, "That's... so hard to answer... in my current frame of..." "Because you can't lie?" he laughed, nudging her. "Yes, exactly," Wren laughed and nodded, "Am I //sure//? ... sure is such a strong word." "You can say no..." he encouraged her gently, "I'm not judging." Wren nodded, taking his hand, "No... I'm not sure... I'm not certain about any of this... but I have to try //something//... or I'll be useless to all of you... and myself." He put a comforting hand on her shoulder, "I support you in whatever decision you make." She smiled, her gold eyes reflecting how much that meant. "Thank you," she nodded, glancing to the water and back to him, "I'll be back."

She took a running leap and leapt off of the cliff edge, soaring through the air. Her body lightened reflexively as she glided on the winds safely past the rocks before plummeting quickly... to be swallowed in a large splash of water below. The water was invitingly cool with a welcoming embrace that felt like home... she moved weightless in the water for what seemed like an eternity... small colorful fish swam beside her and glancing up, she couldn't even see the surface.

Soft waves washed over her mind, "It's been a long time... Wren Dreamspinner... witch of Raven's Nest... You have... fought me for such a long time." Wren smiled. It was true... she had been struggling with water ever since she was led down a different path. "I'm sorry... it seems that I was receiving some miscommunication... from a liar... I was... blinded... and lost." "I tried to warn you against the path of deceit," the feminine watery voice continued, "Leira... by her nature cannot help herself... she is all lies and deceit... I tried to claim you... to turn you from that path many times... but her hold on you was too strong." Wren frowned and nodded, "It was strong... to both me and my familiar." She glanced at Inali who was very quiet at her side.

The watery presence replied, "Will you accept me now... Wren Dreamspinner?" "I would like to," Wren nodded hesitantly. She had struggled with water for so long... nearly drowning on multiple occasions... what if this was just another lie... just another trick... The voice continued in her head gently, "I can understand if perhaps your..." "Trust is a little broken?" Wren finished for her. "If your trust is a little broken," the voice agreed. Wren nodded, "I'm hoping that perhaps the two of us can work through that."

"I cannot claim to be the most... rigid and stable... of patrons... water is ever changing and ever moving... free of form... but if you accept me, I will grant you the powers of my domain," the watery presence waved her voice over Wren's mind with a gentle rhythm. "Free moving... I can work with," Wren nodded. "You are a free spirit, Wren... although you have some ties... one who even now looks down upon my surface wondering if you are alive or dead," the fluid feminine voice continued. Wren smiled and nodded, feeling a warmth within her that matched her quickened heart rate as she pictured Kale waiting and worrying on the cliffside, "I have a very strong bond with that one..." "I know of your company's mission..." the voice continued, "And as long as you continue on that path to end Ghaunadaur's influence on this world... then you have my blessing."

Wren nodded, "And you can be honest with me?" "I will be honest with you... although I may change my mind quite a bit... water is... very capricious," a smile could be heard in the tone as the words flowed into her mind, "But I can tell you this much... you'll never have to worry about drowning again." "Well... that will be a change of pace..." Wren laughed, "Until you change your mind?" "Well..." the voice paused, "Maybe if it was funny." Wren laughed again. "I can not undo the curse that Liera has put on you," the voice warned gently. "It's a curse that I can learn to live with," Wren nodded, "I'd like to be free of lies in my life for awhile anyway." "And I sense that is the truth," a smile could be heard in the voice. "I couldn't speak it any other way," Wren smiled.

'Very well then..." the voice concluded, "I shall give your Inali the knowledge that she needs." Wren turned to the silent fox beside her, "Inali? Do you accept this as well? Do you feel this is best for both of us?" "I... I don't know that my opinion counts a lot... since I didn't do so well with the last one," Inali frowned, "But whatever comes... I will support //you// and be by your side." "And vice versa," Wren agreed, "I will try to listen to you more."

The watery presence spoke thoughtfully, "It would be more appropriate if we made your familiar a carp..." Wren burst out laughing and shook her head, "No... no... I like her the way that she is." "I suppose most of your travels //are// above land," the voice conceded. "Yes," Wren agreed, "And she already has another form anyway." "She does," the voice agreed, "I shall grant her a third then..." "Oh! Maybe something like a seahorse instead of a carp?" Wren offered with a giggle.

Strong arms pulled her from the water, but Wren wasn't even breathing heavily and had no need to gasp for air as her body broke the surface. Kale was stripped down, with a bare torso... his armor somewhere else... as he carried her onto the beach, "Are you alright? Are you alright?" Wren smiled at him... she couldn't even think about being upset as he pulled her away from the meeting with her patron... he had come to save her... again... She melted, "What would I ever do without you?" He was dripping wet, muscles rippling as he set her safely on the shore, "Well... you seem alright..." he looked her over with his concern melting away, "You're not even blue... that's... a surprise." Wren laughed, setting her feet down in the wet sand and hugging him close, "I've been told that I don't have to worry about drowning anymore." "That's such a relief..." tension melted from his back and shoulders as he swept her in a warm embrace, "We should go back and tell the others that you're still alive... and pick up my armor." He glanced up on the cliffside. Wren laughed, "I hear there are thieves in town... we should go and get it quickly." The two joined hands, and walked back up toward the cliffside. The young witch filled him in with a story of the whole strange experience.

"I do feel strangely different," Inali nodded, laying comfortably over Wren's shoulders, "but I have knowledge in my brain again. I wonder what she meant about that other form... now I'm going to worry about it." Wren petted her soothingly, "Why don't you sneeze and see?" After sneezing into her fox-girl form and back into her fox form, Inali frowned. Wren patted her, "Maybe you have to sneeze under water? We'll try it later... We'll put you in the bath tub." "Okay," Inali nodded.

Posy sat comfortably in one of the chairs at the Norwood estate when the young lad, whom she had brought back to life, came in with her armor, weapons, and boots... freshly shined. All of the demon, drow, and thief blood was gone. Her clothes were freshly cleaned and folded in a pile. The young gnome blinked in surprise as she held pieces up, "Wow... it hasn't been //this// clean since I bought it!" Lucias grinned up at her excitedly, "I want to hear all about your adventure! Surely you've got great stories to tell!! I mean there was red blood... there was green blood... there was even blue blood! All kinds of colors of blood! How'd you do that?" "It's magic," Posy grinned, "You'll find out when you're older."

"I'm going to be an adventurer someday and kill monsters just like you!" he stated proudly. "It takes lots and lots of practice," she nodded, warning him gently. "What do you think I should do? Shoot a bow like that elf guy?" he bounced around, arms out like he was holding a bow, "Twang! Thwish! Thwish! ...or cast spells like the witch?" he waved his hands around, "Zzzt Zzzt! ...Or wield a big axe like you?!" he raised his arms as if to swing a heavy axe, pausing thoughtfully in mid-swing, "Or... or what... What does Thorn do?" "He sneaks around... steals stuff... and then..." Posy answered thoughtfully. "That's a thief..." Lucias blinked, turning more directly to her with his confused expression, "That's not a heroic adventurer... is it?" "Well...He plays it off well like he's a heroic adventurer... it's complicated," Posy shrugged, "What do you think that you would have the most fun with? What is it that you //like// to do?" "I... I don't know," he shook his head, dropping his arms to his side, "I like it all." "Well you have to figure that out first," she nodded to him, patting him gently, "You can only do one." "Well... I like the magic thing... that's kind of neat... but then I seen how all the girls look at Erevin... and that's kind of cool too... and then //you// chop things in half which is just... //awesome//!" He looked up at her dreamily with deep admiration.

She smiled encouragingly and nodded, "You'll figure it out." "For now I guess I'll just polish your armor," he nodded up to her. She nodded, "Okay, sounds good." "Is there anything else I can do for you?" He looked up at her. "Actually..." Posy started to answer thoughtfully. "I even washed these!" he interrupted, as he held up her unmentionables proudly. "Umm... thanks," Posy blushed pink, grabbing them and tucking them away. She went on to tell him the story, leaving out the gore and horror as she played up the parts to his delight, acting it out as she swung her pretend axe through the air. Lucias beamed up at her with big awestruck eyes.

Erevin and Thorn walked to the room where the Garishthimbles were staying. Aware and Kattri welcomed them in happily, "Mr. Thorn, Mr. Erevin, We're so glad to see you have returned well. Were you able to recover the mythal? Can we see it?" Thorn pulled the bauble from his bag, holding it up for them, "Yep! Here, De-Soul it." "Oh," Kattri shook his head, "It's not that simple..." "It's not?" Thorn frowned in disappointment. "Well... the bodies are back in Lantan," Kattri gestured, "I mean technically we could maybe do it here... but I don't know that the souls would find their way back." Aware nodded, agreeing, "Lantan is almost the other side of the world." Aware and Kattri started discussing it back and forth, "Well... metaphysically..." After a moment, Erevin interrupted them, "So you can't do it here..." "No, I //can// do it here... it would just be risky," Kattri nodded up to him, "It would be safer to do it back in my laboratory closer to the elven bodies in question." "Alright," Erevin nodded. "It'll just be a little traveling," Aware assured them. "Or teleportation from a friendly mage," Kattri agreed, "That's what we did." "Who did you use?" Thorn raised an inquisitive eyebrow. "Snori Scramblethin, a gnome in Lantan," Kattri nodded.

Raven's Bluff didn't home a grand mage who would be able to transport a group to Lantan... so the odds seemed more likely to find Silvermane to get everyone to Waterdeep where they could get a boat... or to Attalicus who could possibly send the group to Evermeet which was closer to Lantan, and boat from there.

"It is going to be so great to get a ride home now that we have found our wayward niece," Aware beamed, "Her family is going to be so happy to see her!" Erevin raised an eyebrow, "She has family?" "Oh yes! Cousins, aunts, uncles!" Aware nodded. "All on Lantan?" Erevin asked. "Oh yes! They will all want her to stay. Once she gets to Lantan..." Aware looked up at him, almost a little apologetically, "Once she sees the civilation... she may give up that barbarian life." Erevin smiled, "Has she told you about her tribe?" "No... she hasn't really spoken a whole lot with us," Aware shook her head. "Well she's in charge of the three barbarian clans far to the north." "Oh we always knew our Posy would be important someday!" Aware exclaimed with excitement, "So she's like a... queen?" Erevin nodded, "The Bear Queen. Chieftan. Quite important... the father of her... friend... holds the sword for her now... in her stead until she returns." Aware nodded, blinking and taking it in, "We'd love to hear the story from Posy herself... but she doesn't seem to talk to us much."

"It's a grand and worthy story," Erevin nodded. "You don't think she's ashamed of us, do you? Was the ham thing a little too much?" Aware frowned, looking uncertain. "Perhaps," Erevin nodded with a smile, "But... let me put it to you this way... you are as odd to her as she is to you." Thorn nodded, "And the ham thing may have been a little insulting..." Erevin agreed, "Hilarious... but a bit insulting." "Well maybe she'll talk to us more while we're traveling... we could act more... appropriate... try to show her," Aware nodded. "Yes!" Kattri stepped into the next room, coming back, dressed in furs with a raccoon on his head, "Like this!" Erevin chuckled, "I... would be more yourselves... give her some time..." Kattri made a horrible face as everyone else in the room started to smell it too... "Oh...man... that stinks!" Erevin looked him over, "You did tan those leathers, right?" "Yes, but I put some of that animal musk on me!" Kattri nodded. "Oh..." Erevin nodded slowly and took a step back, "Well... after you wash all of that off... just be yourselves." Kattri drug a big heavy axe behind him back toward the other room, "Ugh!" "You're going to throw your back out..." Erevin shook his head. "Operation Barbarian Blend-In is not a success," Aware shook her head sadly. "So... we're going to have to take this bauble to Lantan," Erevin turned to Thorn. "Oh, we'll treat you grandly! It'll be your home away from home," Aware assured them. Erevin smiled and nodded, "I have never questioned the hospitality of the wee folk." "We'll free those souls lickety split," Aware nodded. Thorn nodded, "We are rather short on time..." The young halfling could hear a familiar whisper in his mind, "I want my bauble." "You'll get it... just give me time. I have to deal with these two first," Thorn replied. "I know... and it's hilarious," a grin could be heard in Mask's voice.

Melleron frolicked in the yard by the gazebo. Mali sat on the edge, sketching a drawing of him playing. Marden Norwood approached her, "Do you think perhaps that your nice lion could not frolic quite so //forcefully// in the tulips there? And... oh my... I appreciate the fertilizer... but umm..." "Aww look at him!" Mali looked up at Marden, "He's playing and rolling around in them... that's a happy kitty." "Yes... but... the tulips don't look quite as happy," Marden argued gently. "Isn't that a small price to pay?" Mali asked him "Well... you did save the city... and probably my life... I suppose a few tulips are a small price to pay," Marden nodded, "Good kitty." "See! That's not so bad... and look at how lovely he smells now! Much better than all of the battles we've been in," Mali nodded. "He does smell like the prize-winning tulips that used to be here," Marden nodded, still rather disheartened. "Yes, he does smell prize-winning," Mali agreed happily, "Aren't you so happy?" "Very... happy..." Marden nodded with a heavy sigh, "I'll have some raw meat brought out for him. Is there anything I can get for //you//, Miss Maliumpkin?" The little red-haired halfling nodded, "Sausages." He nodded, "Of course, I'll get..." "Oh, and do you have any of those little honeycakes?" Mali asked interrupting, "And some blueberry muffins." "Perhaps I should fetch a list," Marden nodded, starting to write it all down, "Anything else?" "Fried mush... and mushrooms..." Mali nodded, "Oh and do you have any rice cakes?" "I better be going before I run out of paper," Marden scurried off quickly. Melleron coughed up a couple of tulips and crawled on top of the gazebo to lay in the sun. "Such a happy kitty," Mali cooed up at him as a few servants looked worriedly down at the now large muddy paw-prints over the gazebo. A few other servants brought out the meat and at least some of the things that the druidess had asked for.

Another gentleman stepped up behind her, "That's quite the drawing you have there, Maliumpkin." "Why thank you," she looked up to see Titus Devilars, the guard captain, "I'm quite the fetching artist." He nodded, "I had to stop by to settle up some things with Lord Norwood, and I wanted to see for myself the victorious heroes." He smiled admirably. "Yes, it's a good thing we weren't in jail while the world needed saving," Mali replied with sarcasm as she went back to drawing. "Yes..." Titus nodded, embarrassed, "And I also came to apologize for that whole prison thing... I'm sure the city guard of Raven's Bluff..." Mali interrupted him, "You know what would make me feel better? ...Honeycakes." "Honeycakes..." the guard captain nodded slowly, "With what drizzled on top?" "Honey," Mali replied nonchalantly. "Alright..." Titus nodded, "I'll get a tray of honeycakes in recompense for the horrible event of having to sit in jail..."

Fifteen minutes later, the guard captain returned with a large tray heaping with decadent, fresh, and warm honeycakes, dripping with a generous drizzled honey glaze, "Your honecakes..." "Oh!" Mali took two and shoved them into her mouth and then tipped the tray to drop the rest of them into her bag. Titus blinked, surprised, "Umm... don't they get all stuck together... in one big honey... mess?" "Mmh mh mm," Mali mumbled through a mouth full of honey cakes, holding the bag open to pull one sticky fresh honeycake back out. "Oh I see," Titus nodded, looking over her sticky hands and face along with her satchel, "It's a magic bag." Mali nodded, burping loudly, "Delicious."

The guard captain sat down next to her, nodding and watching her lick her fingers clean before going back to sketching. "So tell me about what happened," Titus nodded to her, asking for a story. "Ohhh," the young druidess nodded, telling him a grand story of adventure, talking up Erevin's part. Titus nodded, "Yes, I've noticed how all of the ladies look at him... does he get that much attention at home?" Mali laughed, "He gets that everywhere! He tries to play it off like he's a 'simple woodsman'... but..." Mali shook her head. "Ah, I see," the handsome noble nodded, "Perhaps he is deceiving himself." "He knows," Mali shrugged. "Ahhh modesty... the mark of a true hero," Titus nodded, "But I'm more interested in //your// tales." "Oh... I have tails... Depending on what I turn in to," Mali nodded, counting them off on her fingers, "Sometimes they're furry, sometimes they're bushy..." "No, no... stories about yourself," Titus interrupted, "You're a beautiful young halfling." The red-haired young woman paused a moment, and then looked up at him, nodding, "Well... my beau seems to think so. Ursus tells me that all of the time." "Oh, I see," the guard captain nodded. "He's big and strong with lots of muscles," Mali continued, nodding. "I understand," the handsome noble nodded, standing back up, "I will leave you to your drawing in peace." He started to walk away irritated. "I'm sure he'd love to meet you. I'll be sure to mention you when I see him," Mali called after him. "No, no... that's quite alright," Titus called back quickly, and walked faster from the area.

Shri sauntered over to Erevin, "I was a little worried when you disappeared like that..." "So was I!" the young elven woodsman nodded in agreement. "We were worried about //you//!" Posy walked over and gave the drow priestess a warm hug. Shri smiled, "I'm glad we were able to find you all in one piece." Erevin told her the tale, and Shri shuddered as he told her what happened with the Echoes and Marco. "And there was a drow?" Shri nodded, "I find that worrisome... but not too surprising." "The interesting thing," Erevin agreed, "is how did he find her?" "I don't know," Shri shook her head, "I'd guess it was more likely that they found him... after that incident with the Black Mark in Lyrabar... and even if you weren't involved... they'd still find that a place interesting enough to go and play with seeing as that drow fortress in the volcano didn't have a mythal yet. Its secrets are old and valuable." "Well //that// drow wont be helping them with any information," Erevin shook his head. The lithe ebony skinned woman shook her head, "I've no doubt that they've had her raised and already have found out that you were involved. At least that older gentleman... the drow leader that we ran across in Waterdeep... seemed to be the patient and calculating type... but then that other woman... the //friend// you made when you killed her... lover?... brother?... she doesn't seem all that rational when it comes to you." Erevin nodded.

Everyone had a warm and delicious dinner as well as a luxurious bed to sleep in. Posy and Mali missed Uther and Ursus, wondering how they were back in Lyrabar. Everyone slept in, enjoying the luxury of an uninterrupted and comfortable night's sleep. Healing and restoring abilities.

In the morning, everyone took turns in the pair of deep bathtubs with hot water...  Wren found she had the ability to breathe normally under the deep water. Kale nudged her with a grin, "I could think of some uses for this new ability of yours." Wren giggled, giving him a coy wink, "We'll have to try that out..."

Wren put Inali into the tub afterward, finding out that when in her fox-girl form... her familiar gained a merfolk form under the water. "Look at you!" Wren exclaimed looking over Inali as she swam around the tub, "You're adorable!"

Everyone got ready for the party, dressing in their fine clothes from prior celebrations. The smell of a grand banquet filled the home as the servants worked hard in the kitchen. Goram was dressed in his finest and carrying an Eisenhammer mug, "I brought a couple of casks here to the Norwood estate as a gift for Master Norwood, but I see no reason why we shouldn't uncork one for the celebration." Erevin grinned, "Very good."

Titus Devilars arrived, dressed in his noble colors and his family symbol of a fox. He seemed to be avoiding Maliumpkin. An older human woman arrived with Raven colored hair, streaked with white. She walked with a cane that had a hawk's head at the top. Her son and daughter walked near her, wearing symbols of hawks. An older couple arrived, arm in arm. He had graying chestnut hair, but she was quite a few years younger than him. He wore a horse head symbol. Some other higher ranking merchants attended as well, not bearing any particular family symbols. A group of bards and minstrels arrived and played in the cleaned up gazebo where some of the tulips had been replanted.

Marden walked over, escorting the guard captain, "Of course you all know, Titus Devilars. He is the one who helped to get you out of prison." "Again, I apologize for the incident," Titus bowed to the group in greeting, "Please do not think ill of our city." "Guard captain," Wren nodded to him in greeting. He kissed the back of the hands of each of the women.

Marden introduced the elder woman next, "This is a good friend that has traveled quite some distance. I had hoped to speak with her to perhaps gain some foreign aid to the situation here, but now you have taken care of that before she arrived.... there's no need. This is Lady Desiree Ebonhawk, and her son and daughter... Aldric and Angele." "You say foreign aid," Erevin nodded, "Where from?" "They are from Cormyr," Marden nodded. "Cormyr... I've never been," Erevin nodded, "A pleasure to meet you." He bowed courtly in greeting. "It is a pleasure to meet you," Desiree shook his hand, "Master Norwood has told me of your exploits... quite the nasty business. I'm quite glad to hear that you were able to get it resolved." "Yes, quite the hero!" Angele eyed the young elven prince with speculative eyes. Shri slipped her arm into Erevin's more snugly. Erevin nodded to Desiree, "The situation was worse than what we first believed... but it has been handled." "I can imagine the situation was quite dire for my old friend to request aid from so far away... normally he is quite capable of handling such things," the noble woman nodded, "I look forward to talking with you more at the party, Mr. Lionspaw." "Indeed," Erevin nodded to her, "I look forward to that as well." "I do as well," Angele smiled flirtatiously back over her shoulder at the elven prince as she walked away slowly with her mother. Shri began muttering and grumbling under her breath. Aldric seemed to be sizing up the women as well, taking note of how close Kale and Wren stood together... while Posy and Mali seemed a little short for his tastes.

Lord Norwood continued the introductions, parading the elder noble gentleman up, "This is Lord Tralfar Zarrus and his lovely wife, Niko." Noticeably younger than her husband, the noblewoman had a swarthier complexion and seemed to be of a different nationality, likely from the south. Marden continued, "As you've no doubt noticed his family crest, Lord Zarrus is well known for his breeding of fine horses... He owns the finest stables here in Raven's Bluff. Racing horses, work horses... his wagon horses are among the very best." Tralfar shook everyone's hands, and seemed genuine and friendly. His wife was a bit quiet and spoke with an accent.

The party was small and mainly consigned to the garden area where the minstrels were playing. Several of the merchants attending came by to shake hands and thank the group for dealing with the unfortunate matter. They gave them several little trinkets in thanks. One of them gave bags of various taffy and candies, another gave a couple small pieces of jewelry, a small dagger... a piece of metalwork... etc... Erevin nodded his thanks, "Glad we came along when we did. Hopefully things will be a lot quieter here in the city." "Certainly there are a lot fewer of that ilk in the city now," one of the merchants nodded, "so things should be quieter... though I'm sure others will rise to take their place... but for now it should be peaceful." Erevin nodded his agreement.

Tralfar stopped back over near the group, "I've arranged to have a half dozen of my finest horses to be gifted to you." Everyone bowed their appreciation, "Thank you. That's very generous."

Dancing couples moved across the gardens. Shri and Erevin... Wren and Kale... waltzed across the grounds with grace. Thorn and Mali went out and danced together as well. The little red-head felt awkward with a dance partner her own size, stepping on his feet several times. Posy lounged lazily on a fluffy chair eating candy with one hand and drinking from her mug of Eisenhammer in the other.

Aldric stepped up to Wren, asking her to dance. The young witch smiled, gesturing to the elven warrior beside her, "Of course, I would love to dance with you. Have you met my fiance?" The noble Ebonhawk smiled charmingly and nodded, "He is a very lucky man..." He took her arm, leading her out. He was a very smooth dancer, and had obviously done this many times. "So, you're from Myth Coramanth then?" he asked. Wren nodded, "Yes." "Are you related to Lord Lionspaw?" he asked curiously. The young witch laughed softly, shaking her head, "No... just friends." "Ah, a traveling companion then," Aldric nodded. "For a great time now," Wren agreed, "But //you//... you've traveled all the way from Cormyr? I've never been." "Yes, though not nearly as grand as an adventure as your travels, I'm sure... I merely sailed on a vessel along the Sea of Falling Stars," he shook his head. "No giant squids? ...or attacking pirates?" Wren asked with a smile, blinking wide eyes at him. "No," he laughed softly, "It was rather uneventful..." "Aww... I'm sure you had some sort of heroic moment," Wren encouraged him. "Well..." he nodded, "There were a few ships on the horizon... but once they seen the Ebonhawk flag, I'm sure they knew that the boat was protected." "Such a title that you carry," Wren nodded, her voice sounding impressed, "And you wear it so well." "Why thank you," he nodded, "You are quite well versed in etiquette." Wren bowed her head slightly, "Thank you. I've been learning." "Should you ever visit our fair kingdom, we would be happy to show you, and your... betrothed," he winked at her, his voice hanging on the title before finishing, "about." Wren laughed softly, nodding, "We would love a tour. And if you ever find yourselves in Myth Coramanth... when I'm there," she winked, "I'd be happy to do the same."

Angele swept across the grounds with Erevin, asking him several questions with a rather bubble-headed nature, "Is it true that the elves dance around the forests?" Erevin smiled, realizing it was a role that the young noble woman laid on a little thick... a role she was trained for, and the girl had gotten the clue that Shri was laying claim. She held back her flirting, using just enough to be friendly... obviously well trained in dancing and schmoozing. Erevin nodded to Angele, sweeping aside the silly questioning, "So you're from Cormyr... what city do you reside in?" "We have a few homes in different areas, but mainly Suzail," she answered, nodding. "I hear it's quite beautiful this time of year," Erevin nodded. "Yes, the leaves in the forests have started to change color... brilliant reds and oranges. A time of harvest," she nodded, "It's quite beautiful. You should visit." Erevin nodded, "I would like that." The young noble woman nodded, gesturing toward Desiree, "I believe my mother would care for a dance... be gentle with her." Erevin smiled and nodded, "Of course."

He accepted Lady Desiree's hand as the elder Ebonhawk passed her cane to her daughter. While a real injury seemed to make her favor one leg, the elder woman seemed to move quite well... the weak and frail outward appearance seemed more for show. Erevin chose a dance that accommodated the human woman, with the focus being less on her injured leg. "You are truly a gentleman, Mr. Lionspaw... and quite an accomplished dancer," the elder woman nodded to him, sweeping across the floor in a dance, "I have never been to Myth Coramanth... are all of the handsome young princes like yourself such excellent dancers?" "Um," Erevin paused for a moment, and then smiled, shaking his head, "Unfortunately no..." "Ahh, so you are the best?" she asked. "I am the best that we have to offer," he spoke modestly, "My mother was quite certain upon what things I should know." "I have heard of your mother... quite the demanding and devout woman. I'm certain that becoming coronal has been difficult... for many reasons," the elder woman nodded knowingly. "I've never known her as anything but Lady Lionspaw... but those who have known her longer than I, say that it has changed her," Erevin agreed.

"And is that not a duty you wish for yourself someday?" the noblewoman raised an eyebrow, "Or perhaps you wish it more for your sister?" The young ranger took note that he hadn't mentioned Anna or a sister, but let it slide, "No... I have too much of my father in me." He shook his head. "We all think that when we're young... but perhaps the urge to settle down will become stronger as you grow older. ...You should visit our country. You know that our king... gods bless his soul... He does have several years left in him, but he is getting older... and he does have 7 eligible daughters." Erevin nodded, "I've heard of the good king's unfortunate streak... I've heard that each one is more lovely than the next though." "Mmm, such a decision for a handsome elven prince," Desiree nodded. "Yes," Erevin smiled, "Would it be an arrow in my back... or a dagger?" He glanced over toward the drow priestess who watched him. "Sometimes we must sacrifice love for politics..." the elder woman shrugged. "Sometimes," Erevin agreed, "Which one do you have Aldric lined up for? Certainly it wouldn't hurt for the Ebonhawk's to take the crown." "We have ambition. We are what one would politely refer to as... a 2nd tier noble family... but certainly that would elevate us quite quickly," she nodded. "Certainly," Erevin agreed. "We are as yet... unsure as to which of the seven... has the best position... but there is time yet," she nodded. Erevin nodded, escorting her back to her daughter, leaving her stable with her cane.

Tralfar interrupted Thorn and Mali, asking the young druidess for a dance. "Oh, please do," Thorn nodded appreciatively... hobbling off to soak his feet. With a wry grin, the elder nobleman deftly sidestepped her stomping feet, "You have to follow //me//, Miss Maliumpkin... and you don't have to stomp quite so severely." "Are you sure I'm not supposed to lead?" she asked, looking up at him as she stomped her feet awkwardly. "I assure you that I will lead," he nodded, "You are a druidess from what I hear?" "Mmhmm," she nodded, still resisting his lead and stomping her feet. "I wondered if perhaps... before you leave, you would like to help pick out the steeds for your companions?" he asked her. "Oh!" she nodded, relaxing a little and easing her steps, "Of course." "And perhaps I can show you around the stables," he offered. "I am quite capable of picking out the best of steeds," she nodded. "Hopefully moreso than dancing," he replied with a smile. "I'm off of my game tonight," she shook her head, "Oh! Sorry about your foot again." "I think perhaps your priestess might need to look after Thorn there... he seems to be soaking his feet," Tralfor smiled.

He finished their dance together and then nodded his farewell, "I'll make arrangements to have you brought to the stables in the morning... it is a small price to pay for what you and your companions have done. Saving our collective bacons for dealing with that unfortunate situation... certainly my horses were tied up in unfortunate activities." Mali blinked, "What? What have you been doing to them? What do you mean 'unfortunate activities'?" He smiled, "Ferrying goods of a questionable nature." "Oh," she nodded, relieved that there was no harm to the animal.

The evening passed... Posy was near asleep amidst empty bags of candy, keeping up with Goram with beer. The Eisenhammer dwarf passed a mug to each in the group... it was dark, syrupy thick, and foamy. Wren peered into the glass, wrinkling her nose and passed it quickly to Kale. "What's the matter? You don't like my beer?" he asked the young witch. Words came to her lips only to pour out as, "No... no, I don't." Wren blushed pink as her fingers quickly covered her mouth. "Well... at least your honest," the dwarf shrugged. The others all drank theirs down with Erevin getting a glass of fine elven wine afterward.

The evening went well and uneventful... going fairly late before everyone slept in their luxurious rooms... sleeping in late again in the morning. Azarius's merchant ship was ready to sail back to Lyrabar and arrangements were made to transport the gifted horses. Mali was the first awake, going off to the Zarrus stables.

A sprawling country estate with acres of pastures had several horses of high quality... well suited for different needs. Fast, wagon pulling, endurance... etc... Tralfar greeted her in much more casual clothing. He shook her hand, "Welcome to my estate. Let me show you around." "Thank you," she nodded, following him. There were more horses here than she had ever seen in one place at one time in her life.

He talked horses with her, and it was clear that he had a passion for horse breeding... treating his animals very well. There were several hands helping him, and they all impressed the young druidess with their knowledge and gentle handling of the horses. Mali took her time, picking a uniquely suited horse for each of her companions, including one for Shri and Kale. Tralfar included saddles and equipment for the horses as well, "I wish you well, and hope you do great things on these horses." Mali gave her thanks and said farewell to return to the Norwood estate.

Wren and Azarius teleported the members of their group back to Lyrabar, sending the horses on Azarius's family's ship to arrive in a week or so to Annaisaru. Purple motes surrounded the sorcerer's group as they disappeared, followed quickly by swirls of pale icy blue as Wren's group came through second. The elves in the area kept the dais in the embassy cleared and welcomed everyone back. Runners were dispatched quickly to Anna, Uther, and Ursus. "We're glad to see that you've returned. Your barbarian friends have been rather mopey," one of the elves greeted Mali and Posy, "They should be arriving shortly." Thorn's large riding dog loped happily up to greet him with bows tied on the fur of his ears, smelling wonderfully of lilacs as he licked his face. The young halfling rubbed him down as one of the elves greeted him, "We made sure to have your Mr. Piddles groomed and readied." Thorn looked incredulously at the bows, "He's a boy dog!" The elven maid shrugged casually, "One of the young elven girls was looking after him." The doors burst open as the barbarians entered the room, calling to both of the girls at once "Mali!" "Posy!" Posy leapt into Uther's arms as he caught her easily and embraced her tightly! Ursus swept up Mali, crushing her in a big bear hug! The young druidess coughed and sputtered as he squeezed her. "Ah you're fine," Ursus looked her over and went back to squeezing her, "You haven't turned blue yet..." "Did Thorn do anything that he needs to be beat up for?" Uther raised his eyebrow at the gnome barbarian in his arms. "No, no... he's fine," Posy shook her head. "Oh, I see... You're implying that she can't stick up for herself," Thorn retorted, "Rather insulting to the lady, don't you think?" "She can take care of herself..." Uther replied defensively, and accused him, "But you're very tricky!" "Why thank you," Thorn nodded proudly. "You're welcome," Uther replied gruffly, a dawning on his face as he realized he hadn't meant that as a compliment. Thorn slipped away before more could be said. Anna arrived and the group caught her up on what transpired in Raven's Bluff. She nodded, "So you were able to recover the object?" Erevin nodded, "Yes." "I'm glad to hear that they will not be a danger anymore. I certainly wouldn't want those unfortunate elves running amok in Lyrabar," she shook her head, "We've got a pretty good relationship here thanks to you and others with the paladins here... but a bunch of crazy elves butchering people wouldn't help us out any." "Especially when they had no fear for their own lives," Erevin agreed. "And while we could explain that they were mind controlled," she shook her head, "That doesn't usually mean a whole lot to the family who had members destroyed in a meteor spell." "I have not heard from Loch and Crowe recently about whatever it is you sent them there for," Anna shook her head. "Have you heard that they arrived?" Wren raised an eyebrow, slightly concerned. "Oh yes, I just haven't heard anything further," the elven princess assured her before continuing, "So you plan to return to Myth Coramanth and perhaps be transported to Evermeet?" "Yes," Erevin nodded with a smile. "I haven't been to Evermeet either..." she sighed, "You can't be the first..." "Will you be coming with us then?" Wren turned to her with a smile. Erevin shook his head, "She has far too many things to deal with here... look at that head... heavy is the crown... I'll be sure to mention you to the queen though." Annaisaru nodded slightly, still disappointed, "Make sure that I get all of my props?" "Of course," he nodded. "Yes... while you are off galavanting and having fun," she sighed heavily. "I serve the people the best way that I know how," Erevin grinned and gave her a sweeping bow. "Ohhhh responsibility will come to you someday," she threatened him with her hopeful warning. "Things have been fairly uneventful here in Lyrabar," Anna nodded, handing out some letters to everyone. Thorn looked over his letters that were covered in a white powder... upon investigating further, he discovered it was powdered sugar. Inside was a broken powdered sugar cookie along with letters from Salem and Boots.  "Our instructor said we should learn to write in a civilized matter, so we're writing you a note.  Are you alright? Are you still alive? Obviously if you're not... you wont respond. We're hoping we get a response."  They went on to tell him how their studies were going.  He also got a letter from Seri Wavecrest inviting him to stop by the shop when he returned to the city.  Erevin received a letter from Vivian Dulsaer inquiring as to how he was and how she would love to hear about his latest adventures. "My simple woodsman is still out there fighting the good fight."  A couple of the local elves had left him notes thanking him for helping to keep them safe, chasing away the drow menace.  Luthais invited Erevin out to go hunting when he returned.  Wren received letters from Jerrandis and Parula. Each told her about how wonderful the other was...  She also recieved a letter from Penny Coppertop which she promptly handed to Thorn, "Would you mind disarming that?"  Thorn raised an eyebrow, accepting the envelope. He found a rune just inside that he disarmed and small letters appeared on the paper, "Damn you Thorn!"  He blinked wide eyes, "How did she...?" He looked accusingly at Wren, "Now she's going to be after me!"  The young witch giggled, "Like she could ever make a trap that would fool you..."  Wren read the letter that he handed back to her. Penny went on to ask how she was and if she'd met any new dragons lately. "Have you talked your genocidal friend out of his crazy talk yet?"  After going through the letters, the group divided out the pile of treasures and headed to the magic shop to sell a ton of loot to Shandra. (See the loot list at the top of the notes.)  Passing out treasures, Wren turned to Shri, "Are you wearing a ring of protection yet?" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Shri glanced at her hands, gesturing to the one ring she wore, "I'm wearing a ring of protection... but //only// a ring of protection." She glanced almost accusingly at Erevin... and then at the witch's engagement ring. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Wren giggled, winking at the woodsman. She nodded to the priestess, "It //is// pretty, isn't it?" <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;">Shri nodded and sighed, "Kale must love you so much." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> After selling tons of stuff to the magic shop owner, several people made new purchases as well. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> Wren traveled to the Dragon Council up on the moutain, speaking with Nymmurh about the story of the dracorage mythal. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> "The former gold dragon in lead of the council went mad... Aurax tried to reason with him... but unfortunately he could not be reasoned with... so Aurax dueled him as witnessed by another gold and silver. He and the former leader were close friends... and it was very hard on Aurax, but he put him down. Since then, he has worked very hard to fix relations with the lesser races as well as relations with the metallics. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> Fortunately the mythal was broken and things have been quieter.  <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> This is why we were particularly concerned with Magmadon stirring up so much trouble... and possibly disturbing the peace that we have worked hard for with some of the kingdoms." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> Wren nodded, "Hopefully we will be done with him as soon as possible." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> "If only he could be turned to the light," Nymmurh sighed, "It is such a loss." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> Wren agreed, "He seems to want to bring in the darkness..." <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> "Some dragons can not get past that... I trust you and your friend Erevin will deal with it," the brass dragon nodded. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #222222; display: block; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px;"> Wren nodded, "I'm certain that Erevin will be more than happy to assist with this problem."