Fenlauch seated himself at the head of the table, Garlech at his side. "You have done well, Sanria," he began in a rich baritone. "Now, I suppose for the sake of your assembled company, I should begin by telling you who we are?"
Sanria looked across the table at Kineada, who seeming busy contemplating Fenlauch. Vorcet, by contrast, seemed to patiently wait for the introductory speech. She looked back and nodded. "Please."
"We are Rilmani, from the outer planes. We've been in this place, your material plane, for a very long time. Ever since the fall of Myth Drannor and the rapid appearance of demonic forces there."
"You mentioned that before," Sanria said. "Why?"
Fenlauch looked at her with a patient smile. "Balance. With an influx of evil, we had to come in order to keep watch and ensure that their forces could not gain a foothold and tip things out of order. We've noticed, however, other troubles since the Gods have gone missing, and it is this new threat that causes us to counsel with you."
"You've been here a long while," Kineada said. "You've never sought anyone out in all that time?"
"No," Garlech said. His voice matched Fenlauch's, but his demeanor was much more businesslike. "We had no reason to interfere as there was not enough of an imbalance to reveal ourselves."
"I've been concerned with the void left by the Gods as well," Vorcet said.
"Indeed," Fenlauch continued, "there are troubles that concern us. Extremes, if you will, that aren't exact opposites, but are not in balance and harmony. We prefer not to make appearances if we can help it, but I'm afraid our time for anonymity is at an end. Unless you are willing to help our cause?"
Kineada sat back and Sanria frowned. It was a pitch. "What cause?" Vorcet asked.
"You are all here because you seek balance, correct?"
"Yes," Sanria answered.
"We will teach you how to gain that balance, provided you take that knowledge to others in the realms in the hopes of evening out the growing polarities. We will aid you by lending you our castle, our advisors, and even our libraries." Both Sanria and Vorcet seemed to perk at the mention of books. "We do not wish to be the driving force to the point we reveal ourselves fully. But if lead by their own kind, I cannot fail to see how the material plane and its citizenry would respond."
Sanria looked across the table. To learn to balance her own life, to spread that ideal to everyone, what an incredible world it could be. Something she'd chased, being right here, offered to her, it was too much to pass up. "It would require each of you to make a commitment," Fenlauch replied.
"Certainly," Sanria chimed without hesitation. Her heard fluttering with excitement.
"I'd like to ask my own questions, if you don't mind," Kineada said.
"Yes... I also have a few of my own," Vorcet said.
Fenlauch smiled and nodded. "I assumed you might. Why not ask as you take in the castle. Garlech, could you take our guest, Vorcet and walk with him? You," Fenlauch said, looking at Kineada apprasingly, "Seem to respond best to those of the fairer persuasion. Do you not?"
Kineada's face relaxed a bit as he gave a chuckle. "You see through me."
"Enmach," Fenlauch called, and in an instant, the beautiful silver-skinned woman was at the side of the golden man. "Take Sir..."
"Kineada," the WuJen replied, a smile on his features.
"Kineada on a tour of the castle. Answer any questions he might have."
"As you wish," she said with a bow of her head.
"And Lady Sanria, you will come with me and tell me of your meditations."
Meetings in the Mists
Sanria walked with her two companions westward and back into the deeper Haon' Dor. The travel was rather quiet, punctuated more with bird calls and squirrel chatter than amiable conversation. It suited Sanria well enough, her preference was silence in the wood, allowing nature to create its own symphony without her input. There was always enough talking when one visited the city or had company.
They had walked in silence until the large, marked trees greeted them. "It's just up ahead," she offered and rounded a few large oaks. There, the tails of mists slithered along the ground and she stopped to point it out. "We'll go in there and I'm certain he'll be along."
"Interesting," Kineada offered, his face otherwise unreadable.
"He lives in the mists?" Vorcet questioned.
"No, not exactly. He finds you in the mists... he lives... somewhere else."
Sanria walked ahead, going deeper into the mists, breathing them in. They had the distinct scent of lake water, but there wasn't such a place to be found, nor a source for their rise. She could feel the two men behind her, walking closer so as not to lose her in the deepening blanket of fog. "Hello?" she called out and no sooner than she called, the mists parted, revealing a man who was not Fenlauch, but looked nearly identical, save the blinding white light that shot from his eyes.
"You must be lost, traveler. I will send you on your way once more -"
"Wait," called the familiar voice of Fenlauch. "Garlech, these are my guests."
Sanria smiled and turned to see the faces of both Kineada and Vorcet rather frozen with what she could only assume to be awe and confusion. She turned back to Fenlauch and gave a bow. "I did as you asked. I brought others to learn."
"Now, wait," Kineada said in a low voice, "I never said I would go to learn, just to meet this man."
"Just... trust me, please," Sanria said.
"Vorcet Thopen, at your service," Vorcet said, approaching Fenlauch with a bow.
"Fenlauch, and my colleague, Garlech," both the huge golden men bowed, their impressive golden armor clinking. "Shall we?"
"Shall we..." Sanria began uncertainly.
Fenlauch chuckled and waved a hand. In an instant, they were in a beautiful meeting room, a fireplace burning at the end of the table. Globes of fire drifted on the air, not unlike Sanria's home, and tall windows gave a stunning view to beautiful gardens beyond. Fenlauch held a hand out to the chairs.
"Please. Be seated."
They had walked in silence until the large, marked trees greeted them. "It's just up ahead," she offered and rounded a few large oaks. There, the tails of mists slithered along the ground and she stopped to point it out. "We'll go in there and I'm certain he'll be along."
"Interesting," Kineada offered, his face otherwise unreadable.
"He lives in the mists?" Vorcet questioned.
"No, not exactly. He finds you in the mists... he lives... somewhere else."
Sanria walked ahead, going deeper into the mists, breathing them in. They had the distinct scent of lake water, but there wasn't such a place to be found, nor a source for their rise. She could feel the two men behind her, walking closer so as not to lose her in the deepening blanket of fog. "Hello?" she called out and no sooner than she called, the mists parted, revealing a man who was not Fenlauch, but looked nearly identical, save the blinding white light that shot from his eyes.
"You must be lost, traveler. I will send you on your way once more -"
"Wait," called the familiar voice of Fenlauch. "Garlech, these are my guests."
Sanria smiled and turned to see the faces of both Kineada and Vorcet rather frozen with what she could only assume to be awe and confusion. She turned back to Fenlauch and gave a bow. "I did as you asked. I brought others to learn."
"Now, wait," Kineada said in a low voice, "I never said I would go to learn, just to meet this man."
"Just... trust me, please," Sanria said.
"Vorcet Thopen, at your service," Vorcet said, approaching Fenlauch with a bow.
"Fenlauch, and my colleague, Garlech," both the huge golden men bowed, their impressive golden armor clinking. "Shall we?"
"Shall we..." Sanria began uncertainly.
Fenlauch chuckled and waved a hand. In an instant, they were in a beautiful meeting room, a fireplace burning at the end of the table. Globes of fire drifted on the air, not unlike Sanria's home, and tall windows gave a stunning view to beautiful gardens beyond. Fenlauch held a hand out to the chairs.
"Please. Be seated."
Faltering Steps
Sanria stopped, both of her hands on the strap of her pack, and stared at the stranger who leaned against the gates of the city as nonchalantly as if he owned them. "I'm sorry... do I know you?" she asked.
"My apologies, Vorcet Thophen at your service!" he said, offering a bow.
"Sanria... Sanria Stone. And... I don't think now would be ideal. I'm meeting a friend."
"I had a feeling that was the case," Vorcet said. "Then a question or two before you continue? Though a bit of an explanation so this sounds less like a case of stalking."
"That would ease my mind a bit," Sanria admitted.
"I've had a watcher in the city looking and listening for something specific. It reported back your conversation with a certain sword wielding man."
The idea of having her conversation overheard, even reported on, made Sanria a little edgy. "And what of this conversation concerns you?"
"The part regarding your interest in balance."
Sanria was stunned, but kept the expression well in check. "How so?" she asked.
"When the god's were banished I saw the hole left in what was keeping things together. I've spent a little effort attempting to gather some people of like mind together myself. Two more people that seem to have an interest so similar was something I could not ignore."
While Sanria dealt with the idea of being recruited even as she recruited and for the same reason, she also remembered Fenlauch's words. She couldn't learn balance alone, for such an approach was imbalanced as well. Fenlauch had re- quested her to find others. Why not this one who sought her out for exactly the same reason she sought Kineada?
"So you seek balance as well?" she asked.
"Ever since the fall of the old religions it has been my goal," Vorcet replied.
"Well, I suppose having you come along with Kineada and I wouldn't be an issue. I assure you, if you do anything, I'm certain he could dispatch you quickly."
Sanria could, in fact, make no such claims - but the man unsettled her a bit. "I assume you'd like to join us then?" she asked.
"Very much so. And as to your concerns about me being dangerous, once I would have agreed with you, but no longer. I gave Violence up long long ago."
"I think whatever questions you have about balance, he'll be able to answer."
"I've found little enough answers on my own," Vorcet said. "If you think this, Fenlauch? can help Id love to speak with him."
So it was that Sanria found one more. It struck her as she walked away from Vorcet to find Kineada that she now had three people. It wasn't balanced, but from an uneven number of minds came agreement and concord. Three people could never polarize. Three people in truth, was more balanced than two ever could be. A smile lighted upon her lips. Fenlauch would be pleased.
"My apologies, Vorcet Thophen at your service!" he said, offering a bow.
"Sanria... Sanria Stone. And... I don't think now would be ideal. I'm meeting a friend."
"I had a feeling that was the case," Vorcet said. "Then a question or two before you continue? Though a bit of an explanation so this sounds less like a case of stalking."
"That would ease my mind a bit," Sanria admitted.
"I've had a watcher in the city looking and listening for something specific. It reported back your conversation with a certain sword wielding man."
The idea of having her conversation overheard, even reported on, made Sanria a little edgy. "And what of this conversation concerns you?"
"The part regarding your interest in balance."
Sanria was stunned, but kept the expression well in check. "How so?" she asked.
"When the god's were banished I saw the hole left in what was keeping things together. I've spent a little effort attempting to gather some people of like mind together myself. Two more people that seem to have an interest so similar was something I could not ignore."
While Sanria dealt with the idea of being recruited even as she recruited and for the same reason, she also remembered Fenlauch's words. She couldn't learn balance alone, for such an approach was imbalanced as well. Fenlauch had re- quested her to find others. Why not this one who sought her out for exactly the same reason she sought Kineada?
"So you seek balance as well?" she asked.
"Ever since the fall of the old religions it has been my goal," Vorcet replied.
"Well, I suppose having you come along with Kineada and I wouldn't be an issue. I assure you, if you do anything, I'm certain he could dispatch you quickly."
Sanria could, in fact, make no such claims - but the man unsettled her a bit. "I assume you'd like to join us then?" she asked.
"Very much so. And as to your concerns about me being dangerous, once I would have agreed with you, but no longer. I gave Violence up long long ago."
"I think whatever questions you have about balance, he'll be able to answer."
"I've found little enough answers on my own," Vorcet said. "If you think this, Fenlauch? can help Id love to speak with him."
So it was that Sanria found one more. It struck her as she walked away from Vorcet to find Kineada that she now had three people. It wasn't balanced, but from an uneven number of minds came agreement and concord. Three people could never polarize. Three people in truth, was more balanced than two ever could be. A smile lighted upon her lips. Fenlauch would be pleased.
Unfamiliar Familiarity
Sanria wrote a note, something so familiar now. She was on her way out again, this time to meet up with Kineada to visit Fenlauch. Part of her felt bad for not just telling Colin to his face where she was going. The other part just wanted to avoid the questions, the concerned looks, the inevitable face that Colin would give her. She did love him - but there wasn't a way she could reconcile what he had done. Her options were to forget it and return to a sickeningly sweet version of her old life, or stick with her beliefs and move into the world as her own person. Sanria chose the latter.
She left the note and headed outside, her pack shouldered, and turned her feet toward Westbridge. The day was crisp, the sunlight through the leaves of the wood dazzling. Even once she had cleared the treeline to walk the road, her heart was unexpectedly light. She was off to adventure, to something new. It had been so long. She hadn't taken her airship out for ages and as she walked Sanria began to formulate plans to go somewhere, anywhere, in her ship. Certainly, she was pregnant, but that never stopped her before.
What stopped Sanria now was the very strange looking wizard at the gates who seemed very interested in the beauty of the day - and accompanying her into the city.
She left the note and headed outside, her pack shouldered, and turned her feet toward Westbridge. The day was crisp, the sunlight through the leaves of the wood dazzling. Even once she had cleared the treeline to walk the road, her heart was unexpectedly light. She was off to adventure, to something new. It had been so long. She hadn't taken her airship out for ages and as she walked Sanria began to formulate plans to go somewhere, anywhere, in her ship. Certainly, she was pregnant, but that never stopped her before.
What stopped Sanria now was the very strange looking wizard at the gates who seemed very interested in the beauty of the day - and accompanying her into the city.
Intercepted Discussions
Vorcet felt the small imp begin to materialize in the room before it was visible. The smell that of sulfur and brimstone due to its natural habitat. It settled in nervously accross the desk from vorcet as he sat bent over his notes on ancient Netheril magic and history.
The imp wringing its hands seemed to be having a hard time starting so Vorcet set his pen down and looked at the little monster for a second before saying, "Out with it Imp. I havn't got all day."
"I overheard something that may interest you, though I must caution you... You must not trust them." The imp managed to get out, the level of nervousness was abnormal even for his kind.
"I'll make the decisions on who and what I trust imp, just tell me what you overheard. Let us not forget what happened the last time you left something out in your reports."
"No no master of course I would never lie to yoU!" The imp said defensively, too quickly. "I overheard a woman and a man talking in Kefkaburg, They spoke at length about balance." The imp seemed to hesitate here but Vorcet pressed the imp further, "The woman mentioned meeting a gold skinned man, and she was going to go see him."
The imp seemed to get overly agitated and was quickly becoming inconsolable, "Master you cant go, you must not. The Rilmani are devious and fickle. Liars Master! Liars!"
"You are dismissed imp, Ill take it from here." Vorcet said calmly having already made up his mind that if a creature of demon plains was afraid of this being, it was something that He very much wanted to see for himself.
"Master no, you cant," the Imp started but Vorcet cut him off. "You can either go back to your own plane on your own... Or I will send you back the difficult way with no chance to return for one thousand years."
The pop in the air was audible as the imp dissapeared back to its home plane.
"I suppose its time I visited Westbridge again." Vorcet said to his office door.
The imp wringing its hands seemed to be having a hard time starting so Vorcet set his pen down and looked at the little monster for a second before saying, "Out with it Imp. I havn't got all day."
"I overheard something that may interest you, though I must caution you... You must not trust them." The imp managed to get out, the level of nervousness was abnormal even for his kind.
"I'll make the decisions on who and what I trust imp, just tell me what you overheard. Let us not forget what happened the last time you left something out in your reports."
"No no master of course I would never lie to yoU!" The imp said defensively, too quickly. "I overheard a woman and a man talking in Kefkaburg, They spoke at length about balance." The imp seemed to hesitate here but Vorcet pressed the imp further, "The woman mentioned meeting a gold skinned man, and she was going to go see him."
The imp seemed to get overly agitated and was quickly becoming inconsolable, "Master you cant go, you must not. The Rilmani are devious and fickle. Liars Master! Liars!"
"You are dismissed imp, Ill take it from here." Vorcet said calmly having already made up his mind that if a creature of demon plains was afraid of this being, it was something that He very much wanted to see for himself.
"Master no, you cant," the Imp started but Vorcet cut him off. "You can either go back to your own plane on your own... Or I will send you back the difficult way with no chance to return for one thousand years."
The pop in the air was audible as the imp dissapeared back to its home plane.
"I suppose its time I visited Westbridge again." Vorcet said to his office door.
After Discussions...
As Kineada watched Sanria walking away, and thought to himself that it wasn't the worst view he'd seen this fine day, he sighed and stretched his weary muscles once again.
He had agreed to meet with this..Femoch? Fenlock?..character, but then Kineada was never in the habit of turning down any sort of invitation from a member of the fairer sex.
It was these same members of the opposite gender that more often than not seemed to get him mixed up in what he used to call "adventures", but now viewed more as "slight annoyances".
"But why should it be?" Kin muttered to himself. "When did I become so complacent and....lazy?"
Drawing a bit of his katana from its sheathe, Kin thumbed the edge of the blade, and was completely unsurprised to find it a bit on the dull side. "As my wits surely are following as well..."
The sound of pleadings drew his attention a bit down Main Street from Festival Square. Two Vectorian Cityguards appeared to be bullying an old woman. With a frown and a self-admonition for allowing himself to be cut off from the trials and tribulations of those around him for far too long a time now, Kineada chanted a dweomer that polymorphed the guards into newts, allowing the startled old woman to scurry away.
"Perhaps some adventure is exactly what I need..." Kineada mused as he prepared the spell to transport him back to his sanctum.
He had agreed to meet with this..Femoch? Fenlock?..character, but then Kineada was never in the habit of turning down any sort of invitation from a member of the fairer sex.
It was these same members of the opposite gender that more often than not seemed to get him mixed up in what he used to call "adventures", but now viewed more as "slight annoyances".
"But why should it be?" Kin muttered to himself. "When did I become so complacent and....lazy?"
Drawing a bit of his katana from its sheathe, Kin thumbed the edge of the blade, and was completely unsurprised to find it a bit on the dull side. "As my wits surely are following as well..."
The sound of pleadings drew his attention a bit down Main Street from Festival Square. Two Vectorian Cityguards appeared to be bullying an old woman. With a frown and a self-admonition for allowing himself to be cut off from the trials and tribulations of those around him for far too long a time now, Kineada chanted a dweomer that polymorphed the guards into newts, allowing the startled old woman to scurry away.
"Perhaps some adventure is exactly what I need..." Kineada mused as he prepared the spell to transport him back to his sanctum.
Discussions with New Friends (1-2)
The trickle of the fountain in Market Square was just as constant as Sanria's chatter with Kineada. The Shadow Bushi seemed pleased to be speaking, yet Sanria could sense he was careful with the information he would give out - as if he had not truly spoken of himself in a very long time. "So where exactly do you come from? I mean, you look unusual. I have an acquaintance with similar features, perhaps you've heard of her, Myn Kaze?"
Kineada chuckled. "Not everyone who looks alike comes from the same place."
"Oh, I know, I just... it's simply unusual."
"Well, Kara-Tur is my homeland, though it has been many years since I've gone back."
"I understand. Kara-Tur is in Faerun, is it not?" Sanria asked.
"Indeed."
"I was born near Unther, but was brought here in infancy. I've never visited Kara-Tur."
The green eyed man gave another chuckle and shifted, his blades at his sides moving along with him. It was curious, Sanria thought, that this older man would carry weapons. Could he use them or were they ornamental... "You carry very thin swords."
"Katanas, child. The sword of my homeland."
"Can... you use them?"
At this, Kineada let out a laugh and looked at her, his eyes sparkling as if given a new challenge. "Do you wish to spar?"
"No, not in my condition," she smiled, patting her stomach lightly.
"Yes, I suppose it would be a bad idea, wouldn't it? So, tell me. Why are you interested in balance?"
"Ah, my writing... yes. I've just had so little of it in my life. I'm either off on some half-planned adventure, barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth, or as dull as a dirt clod in my home - doing nothing but reading."
"There is nothing wrong with reading," Kineada replied.
"What good is reading if it leads to nothing but more reading? I do not use what I learn, not like I did in the Illuminati."
"Mmm. I understand."
"I was given a proposition not one day ago to seek balance to learn truth, to learn truth to seek balance, and when I had both, I would find harmony."
"An interesting proposition. Do you find it worth pursuing?"
"If it's true," Sanria said.
"Well, there is your first problem," Kineada said with a chuckle.
"What?"
"Doubt. While its healthy to have doubt in many other things, in balance, you can't have doubt. You have to believe there is balance before you'll ever see it. If you don't know if it's there to begin with - what good is it chasing it?"
Sanria sat back on the bench, staring at the fountain. "I would love to see this whole place the way it used to be."
"Bah," Kineada said dismissively, waving a hand, "time passes, people and even the Gods come and go. You simply learn what you must to deal with the present and if you believe in planning for the future, adjust to what becomes your future's present. For - the present is always here."
Sanria looked over at Kineada, who also stared at the fountain with a touch of a smile on his mouth. "You are wise," she said. "Do you seek balance?"
"I believe it an essential component to life."
"So... do you seek it?"
Kineada looked over, his eyes suddenly filled with mirth. Sanria had the sud- den feeling that this man saw her as a child with questions that were foolish, but none-the-less, deserving of answer for nothing more than her earnest in asking. "I would suppose that one must always practice balance to keep it, in that regard, I seek it."
"Would you be willing to meet my friend, Fenlauch? To learn what he has to say on the subject?"
"As long as he is not seeking a religious convert, I have no problems meeting a new face."
"No - he's not religious. He's... well, I don't really know what he is. He's very tall, gold skin, bright eyes, and very much about balance."
A small smile came onto Kineada's face and Sanria returned it. "He sounds like a very interesting character," he said.
"He is. He seems very intelligent, too. He said his kind had been watching the realms since the fall of Myth Drannor."
Kineada lifted his eyebrow slightly. "That is a long time."
"I've never known Myth Drannor without demons in it."
"Yes... well, I'll meet with him if for nothing other than figuring out what type of creature is residing in our deeper midsts."
Sanria chuckled and stood up from the bench. "Let me return home to prepare. I think I should make sure I'm a little more ready than the last time I met him."
"Oh?"
Sanria pointed to her forehead where a red scab was still forming. "He startled me quite a bit and I had an encounter with a tree."
Kineada chuckled. "I see."
"Will you be here tomorrow?"
"I suppose I can make an exception," he said with a mirth-filled smile.
With a quick bow, Sanria headed back into the west and the Haon'Dor toward her cavern, her heart lightening with each step.
Kineada chuckled. "Not everyone who looks alike comes from the same place."
"Oh, I know, I just... it's simply unusual."
"Well, Kara-Tur is my homeland, though it has been many years since I've gone back."
"I understand. Kara-Tur is in Faerun, is it not?" Sanria asked.
"Indeed."
"I was born near Unther, but was brought here in infancy. I've never visited Kara-Tur."
The green eyed man gave another chuckle and shifted, his blades at his sides moving along with him. It was curious, Sanria thought, that this older man would carry weapons. Could he use them or were they ornamental... "You carry very thin swords."
"Katanas, child. The sword of my homeland."
"Can... you use them?"
At this, Kineada let out a laugh and looked at her, his eyes sparkling as if given a new challenge. "Do you wish to spar?"
"No, not in my condition," she smiled, patting her stomach lightly.
"Yes, I suppose it would be a bad idea, wouldn't it? So, tell me. Why are you interested in balance?"
"Ah, my writing... yes. I've just had so little of it in my life. I'm either off on some half-planned adventure, barely hanging on by the skin of my teeth, or as dull as a dirt clod in my home - doing nothing but reading."
"There is nothing wrong with reading," Kineada replied.
"What good is reading if it leads to nothing but more reading? I do not use what I learn, not like I did in the Illuminati."
"Mmm. I understand."
"I was given a proposition not one day ago to seek balance to learn truth, to learn truth to seek balance, and when I had both, I would find harmony."
"An interesting proposition. Do you find it worth pursuing?"
"If it's true," Sanria said.
"Well, there is your first problem," Kineada said with a chuckle.
"What?"
"Doubt. While its healthy to have doubt in many other things, in balance, you can't have doubt. You have to believe there is balance before you'll ever see it. If you don't know if it's there to begin with - what good is it chasing it?"
Sanria sat back on the bench, staring at the fountain. "I would love to see this whole place the way it used to be."
"Bah," Kineada said dismissively, waving a hand, "time passes, people and even the Gods come and go. You simply learn what you must to deal with the present and if you believe in planning for the future, adjust to what becomes your future's present. For - the present is always here."
Sanria looked over at Kineada, who also stared at the fountain with a touch of a smile on his mouth. "You are wise," she said. "Do you seek balance?"
"I believe it an essential component to life."
"So... do you seek it?"
Kineada looked over, his eyes suddenly filled with mirth. Sanria had the sud- den feeling that this man saw her as a child with questions that were foolish, but none-the-less, deserving of answer for nothing more than her earnest in asking. "I would suppose that one must always practice balance to keep it, in that regard, I seek it."
"Would you be willing to meet my friend, Fenlauch? To learn what he has to say on the subject?"
"As long as he is not seeking a religious convert, I have no problems meeting a new face."
"No - he's not religious. He's... well, I don't really know what he is. He's very tall, gold skin, bright eyes, and very much about balance."
A small smile came onto Kineada's face and Sanria returned it. "He sounds like a very interesting character," he said.
"He is. He seems very intelligent, too. He said his kind had been watching the realms since the fall of Myth Drannor."
Kineada lifted his eyebrow slightly. "That is a long time."
"I've never known Myth Drannor without demons in it."
"Yes... well, I'll meet with him if for nothing other than figuring out what type of creature is residing in our deeper midsts."
Sanria chuckled and stood up from the bench. "Let me return home to prepare. I think I should make sure I'm a little more ready than the last time I met him."
"Oh?"
Sanria pointed to her forehead where a red scab was still forming. "He startled me quite a bit and I had an encounter with a tree."
Kineada chuckled. "I see."
"Will you be here tomorrow?"
"I suppose I can make an exception," he said with a mirth-filled smile.
With a quick bow, Sanria headed back into the west and the Haon'Dor toward her cavern, her heart lightening with each step.
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