Chapter One - "The Letter" - Part Two

[grallen gast]

“…there has been rumors going round about a female orc who broke the captain of the guards nose and kneed him at his fork…” Grallen tried not to smile, with limited success. There was something extremely gratifying in hearing this kind of rumour about yourself, especially when it wasn’t augmented by colourful descriptions including uncharitable remarks about insanity or eating people’s livers. She’d never eaten liver, full stop. Looked too much like a giant slug to be palatable – meat should be red before it’s cooked, and brown after. Mess with rules like that and you don’t deserve to keep your dinner inside you for long. She tuned back into what suddenly friendly Tyrr was saying…

“…was caught was stripped, lashed twenty times, and then was chained to the crows nest of a ship that was departing our fair coast and heading north somewhere…”Grallen shrugged, still smiling. She wouldn’t get caught then. Well, not unless she really needed that ride home…

Tyrr redeemed himself somewhat in her eyes with his response to her ultimatum. “…could make ya rich beyond your dreams…” Alright, you’re a slimy little limpet, but you have that attractive quality of being a possible source of income. Lets be friends. “mmm, I dunno, mister, I have extraordinarily vivid dreams…”

She stepped over to where he indicated, grinning expansively at the group of men, as she pulled up a chair. “Good afternoon, gennelmen. I’m informed that you’ve some interesting endeavour underfoot, from which I might profit, perhaps, if I were to offer assistance? Sounds fascinating - will there be cake?”

[Damien Scar]

Quar and his brother were talking and drinking amongst themselves wondering what Tyrr was up to when this funny dressed female pulls up a chair, plops her butt down and says, “Good afternoon, gennelmen. I’m informed that you’ve some interesting endeavour underfoot, from which I might profit, perhaps, if I were to offer assistance? Sounds fascinating - will there be cake?”

"Will there be what?" Quar asked not so nicely as Tyrr sat down, chuckling to himself.

Quar was a big man and he was not happy with this turn of events. The more people that know about your business the more likely your neck gets stretched. He ignored the female, grabbed Tyrr by the collar and half lifted him out of his chair.

"What ye think ye doin' Tyrr? Tellin' a stranger, and a girl at that our plans, you tryin' to get our necks stretched?" He snarled.

"If you put me down Quar before people begin to notice perhaps I can answer your question," Tyrr answered calmly.

Quar thought a bit and then loosened his grip on Tyrr's collar and sat him gently back into his chair. He sat down himself with a sullen look upon his face.

Tyrr straightened his clothes and then quick as a blink drew a small throwing knife, leaned toward Quar, and had the point of it at Quar's neck. "I like you Quar, and I know that you do not understand certain things, but if you ever do that again I will cut your throat, then your fork and shove them down your throat. Do we understand each other?"

Beads of sweat appeared on Quar's forehead as his eyes widened in horror at the image that Tyrr had brought to his mind. Quar knew that Tyrr's threat was not an idle one. He swallowed hard and nodded his head, yes.

As fast as the knife had appeared, it disappeared. "Good, now that we have that settled let me introduce you to..." He glanced at the girl, "I never did catch your name. What is it?" He asked.

[Ta'lia of the Seven Jewels]

"I don't expect you two to go out tonight.  Get rested.  It was a long day, and the heat takes much out of you."


That arrogant nultum! He expects, that I will not go out again, probably because I‘m a weak female, being afraid of the dark! Darn, has he never met a woman who was, well, maybe not stronger, but quicker, or plainly better than him? He might not have noticed her, just out of  self protection, for otherwise he might have got a mental crack. As if he has to tell me when I should have a rest, such an idiot!


Lili furrowed her eyebrows and was about to throw an not too nice answer at Altario, when the food arrived. The platter was gorgeous and only now, when the incredibly good looking variety of meat, vegetables and bread arrived, Lili realised, how hungry she was. And she noticed the advantage of belonging  - somehow - to this man: The food was free! So she swallowed her answer and took a loibl, tore it apart and laid a big piece of meat between the two halves instead, taking a bit bite at once.  The Remusian noble did not even have the chance to offer the food he had ordered.


"The poor bird is neglected, as always! "

Kassandra remarked with Lili‘s voice, but then took the liberty to  hop from her shoulder and help herself to a piece of fruit.

The meat was juicy and delicious and Lili‘s mouth was full with it and other delicacies, when suddenly a man stood behind Altario. His appearance startled Lili, she thought she had seen him before, not long ago, well, this evening, but somehow couldn‘t tell when and where. Something was wrong here.

But, as her mouth was full, she could only point to this man, behind Altario‘s back.

„Mmmhm!“ was all she could utter. Not so Kassandra.

„Armeros Teeth! By the nine-tailed cat of Minich! The Curi‘lyr!“

[Rhia]

Rhia glowered. Oh no, he wasn’t going to get away with that, saying she wasn’t a lady, no he wasn’t! Her slightly large feet marched to the edge of the top stair, white hands contracted into tight fists. Oh yes, and now he was standing behind the barrel-chested man, right next to those two pretty ladies-- Something small and extremely cold slithered through her stomach. Ah, so that was it. Didn’t have any luck with her, so he was going to try for one of them. Her small chin clenched tightly, but a derisive, barking laugh escaped through the rigid strawberry lips. Or prolly both of them. Upon that thought Rhia’s pride returned in full force, stronger than ever, and she turned into the hall again. Her mellow, pleasant features grew strong and defined with haughtiness as she very nearly marched down the inn corridor. Flickers of something that could be pride shone at intervals out of her angrily stubborn grey eyes.

Rhia grumbled, pushing mightily at the door to her room. Of all the rooms in the inn, hers had to be the one with the sticky door. Singing goddesses! She paused, standing back, and ruminated on the door with half of her brain. The other half was engaged fiercely in spewing out thoughts of how much she despised, scorned, abominated, and very well anything else she could think of, Damien Scar. Renewing the attempt at opening the door, her slender hands splayed out the long, white fingers against the worn wood surface. Yes, let the man have those two other ninnies. They’re prolly harlots or something, and as much as he himself is worth, Rhia contemplated viciously, despite having only had a few seconds’ look at the two women at the table and having no memory even of what the pair looked like, let alone their occupation. She turned her body around with the air of one frustrated about something they are not really thinking about, and leaned her back against the door, straining with all of her puny muscle. Open, open, open! Why doesn’t this open! Suddenly it was as if her eyes were opened, and she abruptly desisted in her feeble efforts of musculature. Singing goddesses, she remembered now! She was dreaming, dreaming, dreaming. The girl finally turned the knob and opened the door, observing the scene of her rented chambers with a fresh, though still woozy, view.

And there was the bed with its thin sheets flung about haphazardly, still in the chaotic arrangements that Rhia had left them in from the restless night before; there were the lute and the panpipes, sitting demurely in the midst of all the disruption. Her hand closed around the level bundle of tubes, and she distractedly tucked it into the pocket of her pinafore. As she trudged down the stairs she wondered if she would play better or worse for being in a dream. Focusing entirely on these whimsical thoughts, she ignored everyone around her as she stepped up on the little platform by the fire and, resting her lips on the pipes, began to play.

[grallen gast]

Far from replying to her, or even, unlikely as it sounded, explaining a little of what was going on, the burly man Grallen had taken a seat next to spoke over her to Tyrr, as if she was somebody’s dog that was acting out of turn. A low snarl rose in her throat, unheeded by those arguing over her.

Aggression, however, seemed to be on the men’s minds as well. What kind of idiots am I supposed to be working with, if they can’t even stay civil together for three heartbeats? She eyed the two, as they traded threats and edged weapons. The big guy, Quar, was perhaps not clever in the same way as slimy Tyrr, but he did seem to have more of the guarded mixture of common sense and borderline paranoia that Grallen had found could pass for intelligence much as easily as Tyrr’s calculating swagger. But here, he was backed into a corner – she could near as smell it – and Tyrr looks like the kind of guy to carry two, maybe three, concealed knives (because anyone who only carries one knife is either a fool, or an innocent man). Quar seemed to know something similar, ‘cos he backed down. In the easing tension as everyone around the table, barring the young orc, released their caught breaths, Grallen pulled the scarf down away from her face, and folded it neatly, not bothering to look up as she answered Tyrr;

“Grallen Gast, honey. Remember the name – there’s places further north – where the weather’s less damn boring – where it’ll get you the best room in an inn, or possibly a room in a dungeon somewhere, depending on who hears it. So you’re Tyrr, and you’re Quar (pleased t’meet you, mister, m’sure) – who’s this guy?”

She indicated the third man with a laconic gesture, and offered him a friendly smile of the kind that small furry animals have nightmares about.

[Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin]

The food had arrived, and Altario helped himself.  He did so with gusto, not realizing just how hungry he had been.  The food itself tasted pretty good, though he found that he was already missing the Thirsty Herald and the meals that had been created by Ana and her staff.  Whether it was because Ana was a far superior cook, or simply because he had grown accustomed to it, he could not be sure.  Truly, the Thirsty Herald had become a second home to him, having spent more time there than any single place on his journey.  For that, he had Valannia to thank.

He felt a tremble go through him with the picture of her face in his mind.  Where had she gone?  Why?  And why did she not even say goodbye?  These thoughts distracted him as he ate, so that his thoughts were only interrupted by the grunting of Lili across from him.  He looked at her and saw that she was pointing behind him.

Swallowing the food he was chewing on, Altario swivelled about to see who was there.  It took a brief moment for him to reconcile the memory of his friend Damien Scar, and the man who had been accosting the women earlier.  The man standing here now looked more like Scar, but the hollowness in his eyes still captured the spirit of the fool from earlier.

"I see you still know what a razor looks like.  And as we are eating, I thank you for bathing and sparing us the smell from earlier."  Altario dismissed the man and turned back to the meal.  Whatever it was that this man wanted, the Remusian wasn't interested.  

[Damien Scar]

Damien was just about to cough a bit louder to catch Altario's attentio but the woman he had been doing a crazy dance with had pointed at him, it seemed her mouth was full and what caught Damien's eye was the large colorful bird on the table eating right along with them, including Altario, who did not seem to mind.

In the meantime Rhia had returned, went up the small dais and began playing her pipes. Damien glanced at her and try to convey with his eyes that he was sorry, but he did not know if she saw, or even cared. Then Altario finally turned his head. Damien, gathering courage to speak to him, was clearing his throat when Altario spoke and it was not too kind.

"I see you still know what a razor looks like.  And as we are eating, I thank you for bathing and sparing us the smell from earlier."

Altario then turned his head back around and completely ignored him. Damien stood there, feeling like a fool. He had let down Rhia and now Altario, who had been one of his best friends did not want anything to do with him.

He turned and took two steps, stopped and walked back to the table, standing near the woman and looked straight at Altario. "I am pleased that I have pleased thee by shaving and bathing," he coughed and he quickly put his mouth into the corner of his sleeve in the crook of his right elbow, blood stained the spot, "I came to apologize Altario. You know men like and you and I do not do that easily but I should have never said what I said about you nor your daughter...which was lower than low. I could blame the drink, but it's no excuse, even though you yourself said some pretty nasty things when you were drinking yourself my friend. I hope that we can still be friends," Damien said holding out his hand.

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“Grallen Gast, honey. Remember the name – there’s places further north – where the weather’s less damn boring – where it’ll get you the best room in an inn, or possibly a room in a dungeon somewhere, depending on who hears it. So you’re Tyrr, and you’re Quar (pleased t’meet you, mister, m’sure) – who’s this guy?”

Gres was fascinated by the newcomer. She had sass. Her clothes were bright, well her scarf was, and when she pulled it down and he saw that she was an orc, he became even more interested in her as he had never met an orc before.

He reached over his hand toward her with a large genuine smile, "Gres is my name. We do not use last names around here, it helps for the authorities not to know too much. Quar is my twin brother but as you can see we are completely opposites. Would you care for some wine?" he asked.

[Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin]

Altario chewed his food, seemingly dismissing Commander Scar, yet the man did not leave.  He stepped away, then circled around to stand near the two women.  Altario paused in his meal in order to cast his cold grey eyes upon the man from Voldar.  The first volley of sarcasm from Damien brought about a snort of derision in rebuttel from Altario, but after a cough, Damien continued.

This time, Damien offered what seemed to Altario as a genuine apology, even going so far as to allude to moments back in Voldar when Altario himself had made some stupid remarks while drunk.  A smirk crossed his lips.  Very good, my friend, very good.

Altario set down the eating utensils, placed his elbows on the table, cupped a fist inside his other hand and brought both to rest against his chin.  He sat there mutely, deliberating as he stared at the proffered hand of his friend.

With sudden movement, Altario stood up and stepped forward.  He gripped the hand and shook it tersely before letting go.  "Very well.  Damien.  Apology accepted.  And for what I said in Voldar..." Altario paused, then winked.  "I meant every word."

[Damien Scar]

Damien grinned widely. "Thank you my friend, and well met," Damien said. "Do you mind if I sit down, he said taking a seat between Altario and the fair haired lady who seemed to own a a very peculiar bird. The other fair haired lady sitting farther away was quiet, young, had some sort of bandage on her hand, and surprises above surprises...she was an elf, or had elven blood in her.

Damien could hear Rhia's pipes playing in the background -another apology he needed to make as soon as possible- he thought as he turned questioning eyes upon Altario. His friend had grown a bit older, seemed there were a few more wrinkles and crinkles around the eyes and mouth. His jaw was still square and taut, not showing any fat there, and it seemed, no excess fat anywhere, that Damien noticed. Alt, still carried his father's sword, Damien noticed and his bearing was still the same, if not even a bit more...sterner since they had last parted, before Rach, before...Ah, none of that mattered now. Altario was here!

Altario was here?  What was Altario doing in Strata? So far from his Northern home. The desert and heat must be unbearable to him. So why was he here and in the company of these two lovely ladies, even if the fair haired one, next to him, the one he had been doing a crazy dance with and had seemed a bit addled in the head at the time, did have a a scar on her cheek, it was no worse nor better than his own, when it came to looks, though Damien knew that women were a bit more touchy about their appearance's then men were, but again it depended upon the woman and the man.

Damien could only think of one thing...person that would drag Altario all the way down here and that would be his daughter, Nyriss.  Is he still trying to find her? She must be in her late teens by now or older, Damien forgot how old Altario had told him she was when she was taken from him, from some magician or someone like that.

Damien's curiosity could not be contained any longer. "Altario, what brings you to Strata?" Damien asked, just as another coughing fit overtook him. He reached into his pocket and took out a white piece of cloth to cover his mouth. The coughing continued, worse and sharp jolts of pain racked his body, until he fell backwards off his chair onto the first step of the dais behind him.

The pain in his chest was overwhelming each time he coughed, more blood sprayed out his mouth. He heard voices, one he thought was Rhia's, the others' were Pagran and Altario's, however he could not make out what they were saying...finally the sweet relief of darkness washed over him like the night sky on board a ship, with thousands of stars twinkling above....

[grallen gast]

"Gres is my name. We do not use last names around here, it helps for the authorities not to know too much. Quar is my twin brother but as you can see we are completely opposites. Would you care for some wine?"

Grallen nodded, grinning, and accepted the proffered drink, after first shaking hands with Gres. He seemed a little less lethally over-defensive than the other two. She guessed someone had to be the one stopping the others from killing each other, and every friendly bystander they met.

She was about to try again to find out what exactly they all wanted from her, when a harsh sound from across the room made her turn sharply, her pointed ears pricked and her attention focused on the falling man before she’d even registered the sound consciously. Yellow eyes narrowed as she watched the man tumble off his chair, blood at his lips. She’d seen drunken men fall, and this wasn’t like that, but he hadn’t been pushed, either. She realised that it was from the table of Altario, Airyn and Lili he’d fallen, and her interest redoubled. She remembered the prone figure now – reeking of blood and bile and staggering about when she’d first entered the bar. He looked neater now, but clearly he hadn’t been able to put on enough of a clean face to fool anyone for long. Well, that’s interesting.

She turned back to the others, though she kept listening for the others’ voices. But it wouldn’t do any good to stare, especially not with her conspicuous yellow eyes. Experience had told her that an orc didn’t need to do anything but be in the same room as an injured human to be guilty of some crime, at least in the eyes of many humans. She raised her glass to the three men, and smiled calmly, her paranoia effortlessly hidden under a veneer of feline confidence. Like always.

[Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin]

Altario sat back down, and with a sweeping gesture of his hand, indicated to Damien that he should sit and join them.  He began to eat again, and listened to the commander as he spoke and inquired about Altario's presence here.  The Remusian finished chewing his food, then sat back in his chair.  Damien was one of the few people in the world that Altario felt he could trust.

"Still looking for Nayriss.  My brother sent me a letter hinting that she might be here, so I just arrived here today.  I plan to start looking tonight, right after dinner."

Just as Altario took a drink of water, Damien began choking terribly, culminating in the man from Voldar falling backward off his chair to the floor.  The first thought that went through Altario's mind was annoyance.  He was annoyed that Damien had not sobered up as much as Altario had supposed.  No the man was falling on the floor creating a spectacle of himself.  Not what Altario needed or wanted, to have more eyes on him than would normally be there.  He had hoped to be as inconsequential as possible.  He did not want anyone to know who he was or what his mission was in Strata.  Immediately, he regretted telling Damien.  Drunks were never good keepers of secrets.

Very quickly, however, it became apparent that  Damien wasn't simply suffering from too much alcohol.  The commander had been coughing up blood, and now that he lay motionless on the floor, blood dribbled from the corners of his mouth.  Altario pushed back quickly on his chair, so that when he stood up it went crashing to the floor.  He moved fluidly and quickly to the side of his friend, kneeling down and cradling the commander's head.  Such was his concern that he did not even feel the pain in his knee.  A slight groan emanating from the man let Altario know that his friend was still alive.  Holding Damien's head, however, informed the Remusian that Damien was very sick, as he had a high fever.

He looked up and saw the innkeeper, Pagran, standing over them.  "Get some help here.  Have him brought up to his room.  He needs a duotyer," he struggled for the Tharian word, "a healer."

Pagran called for burly men to lift Damien and carry him upstairs.  Altario stood, watching.  Whatever plans he had for tonight would have to wait until tomorrow.

[Airyn]

Airyn looked up from her glass feeling a little silly. She didn’t know how long it had been empty, but even the tiny drops in the bottom had disappeared. Here she was, drinking away, whilst Altario poured out his heart and soul and only Lili was paying him any attention. She made a move to reach for his hand, not knowing what she was offering exactly, but paused. Maybe that was just her compassionate – and apologetic – side coming out.

But what kind of sympathy could she give? The man had been separated from his child, nay; she had been taken from him, and to what lengths had he gone in order to find her? And still, she was lost to him. Airyn wanted to cry. She, a sheltered elf who wouldn’t know what a kidnapping looked like, let alone be able to deal with one, was completely lost for words. She couldn’t say that she understood, because that would be a lie. Maybe she should say it anyway, just to make him feel better; or to provide a spirited attempt at it at least.

The hand shot back when Lili averted her gaze to stare at someone standing close to the table. Airyn looked up, taking a few moments to recognize that it was the man whom she had pulled Lili away from earlier. Only… he looked different. And smelled nice. She couldn’t help but lean forward a little. Even Sage poked his head out from under her chair to sniff the man with the nice, fancy clothes.

Her apology or sympathies or whatever she was about to say was halted with this man’s own words of apology. But what had he done to say sorry to Altario? And what was the Remusian’s comment about Voldar? Voldar… she had heard of it before. Oh, if only she could remember where it was. It was on the very tip of her tongue, and Airyn found herself laugh in the frustration of not being able to remember.

Food! Airyn’s stomach grumbled when she noticed that she had ignored the large platter of… well… everything had been sitting in the centre of the table. It suddenly dawned on her that she was hungry, but her head was still spinning from her weak attempt at a spell earlier and her quick consumption of the wine. Even so, she picked up a piece of fruit with long and slender fingers and quickly put it in her mouth. Glancing quickly at the untouched glass of wine, Airyn decided that it would be better just to leave it alone.

She watched curiously as the fine-clothed man sat between Lili and Altario. I like the buttons on his shirt… Her thoughts swam aimlessly, drifting lazily from one thing to the next.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear… He began to cough blood, his chest heaving and his throat seemed to scream for the air that he could not easily provide. He’s choking, Airyn observed – surprising herself as to how calm she was. What had happened between the time he had sat down and now? Airyn stood up, arms placed firmly on the table as she peered over to the other side. Altario obstructed most of her view as he got to the ground, but she could make out a small stream of blood escaping from the corner of his mouth. In a matter of seconds, Altario was calling for a healer and a few men who looked to be too strong for their own good came to take Damien away, wherever away was.

Airyn then circled the table to stand beside Altario. Her green eyes met his, glazed with worry for this man and his friend. “If you need a healer,” she said, “I can help.” Oh well, her speech about sympathizing his loss and her wanting to join him on his quest would just have to wait.

[Altario Shialt-eck-Gorrin]

Altario watched as the men carried his friend up the stairs toward Damien's room. There was nothing he could do now for him. As he watched, he was aware of Airyn moving around the table to stand next to him. Her voice caused him to incline his head in her direction. He was surprised at her words. Not just that she spoke after being silent through the entire meal, but that she claimed to be a healer. It seemed the girl had some surprises in her afterall.  "A healer? Then help him, please, m'lady."

"I'll get us rooms for the night." He looked over to Lili to make sure she had heard him, then made his way through the crowd to the bar, where Pagran had resumed his position.  "Thank you for helping my friend. If you could, I need a room for the two women at my table, and another one for me and my friend, who may show up a bit later."

Pagran nodded.  "I 'ave some rooms with two beds. Cost ya extra though." he mentioned, as he heard the jingling of coins as the Remusian fished out some money from a small pouch.

Altario laid a few coins on the counter.  "There is a two year old filly in the stables, a Wain, belongs to a man called Pagran. Where can I find him?"

The man took some keys out of a box under the counter and laid them before the northerner.  "What ya be wantin' with the Wain?  I be Pagran. She ain't got no trainin'."

Altario scooped up the keys.  "Your man in the stable told me that, but I have some experience with wild horses. The horse I have now is old, and not really suited for too much desert travel.  I might be in the market to buy her if the price is a fair one."

Greedy eyes glanced at the purse in the man's hand.  "Could be. Give me tonight to think on it, and I'll give ya a price on the morrow." Seemed the Baron's friends had money. That was a nice bonus.

Altario nodded.  "Fair enough. On the morrow then." He turned and made his way back to the table, where he dropped the key in front of Lili.  "We have rooms." He then noticed across the room, a man entered the tavern, taller than most men by a head.  Altario raised his hand in the air, hoping it would catch the newcomer's attention.  "Garret! Garret, over here!" Maybe now he'd get some answers.

[Lori Lo]

Lori was really exhausted, when she huddled under her blanket. Ana‘Mirl had brought her to bed and had not insisted on a thorough washing, which was so kind of her. But though Lori was so tired from all the excitement she had experienced today, sleep did not want to come immediately. „ You remind me of my own little girl, and I need to find her.  Meeting you has helped me remember just how much I love her. ..  You remind me of my own little girl .. You remind me of my own little girl  .. She heard Altario‘s words again and and again in her mind. Was Nayriss the name she had overheard in the oasis the name of his daughter? Lori tried to imagine a little girl who looked like Altario, with black hair and light coloured eyes, but somehow she did not manage, the image she tried to create evaded her.

Tomorrow morning, at dawn, she would get up and try to contact some of her old friends. Hopefully they would still admit that they knew her. She had been away now for two years and though she had visited Strata in that time, Ana‘Mirl had  not allowed her to see her old acquaintances, fearing she would again become a little thief. But now it was necessary, for who knew better what happened in Strata, which people were not from here? And a Northerner like Altario could surely not go unnoticed. Especially when he had the same proud bearing like his older brother. 

Tomorrow morning she would help Altario to find his brother or even his daughter. Would be nice to meet another girl... And with that thought sleep gripped her. But in her vivid dreams she went on asking for a stranger from the north.

[AnaMirl Goodwill]

Ana‘Mirl did not have the time to think much about Altario and his search. Her daughter Aline and her family absorbed her as always, wanting to know what went on at the Herald and telling what had happened in Strata since the last time she had been here. Only when most of her family had settled for the night, it was time to ask her daughter, if she had heard any rumours about a Northerner, who might be trying to hide. But as she had expected, there was nothing Alina could tell her. But she promised to ask secretly around in the morning.

Ana‘Mirl was a bit worried, if that search might be not a secret any longer next evening, but it could not be helped. She herself could not be sure of her old friends  she planned to ask tomorrow.

So this Lord of the North looked primarily not for his brother, but searched for his daughter instead. That was what brought him in the deep South. Ana‘Mirl felt again sorry for that proud man. What helped wealth, power and influence, when your dearest was taken away? She had not had an easy life growing up as an orphan in Strata, but now she had a family and dared not to imagine, how it would be to have lost her daughter. Or how it would be to loose Lori, who had slipped in her heart not long after she had turned up at the Herald. That little rascal, Ana‘Mirl smiled.

And tomorrow she allowed that her little brat endangered herself by going to her old thief-friends. Was Altario and his search worth that risk? Well, Lori would go in any case, with or without her approval, so there was no point in thinking about that.

Finally Ana‘Mirl fell asleep as well, but her heart was heavy, when she thought at the coming day.

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