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"Lahkin?"

At first he thought it was the broken leg that woken him again, but as Lahkin floated up out of the fuzz of sleep and pain and recognized the voice, he remembered where he was. The medical ward was never entirely silent--either a healer seeing to a patient's late night treatment or a janitor sweeping the floor, sometimes someone grunting or moaning in pain. It was the last place you'd expect to hear the soft trill of a toddler's voice, but Daisy hadn't wanted to sleep anywhere else but next to her "big brother". Lahkin didn't blame her. Her family was in chaos, with most of them either hurt or missing, and now she was in a strange place far from home.

"What..."

Lahkin should've expected the answer. "I'm thirsty."

The paladin groaned, flailed his way out of the covers, and ungainly limped to get Daisy a glass of water. He guided her back to her bed, tucked her in, kissed her hair, then flopped back on top of his own mattress. He fell asleep with his good leg still hanging off the edge.

It might've been minutes or it might've been hours, but the soft voice was by his ear again.

"Lahkin?"

"What is it, Daisy?"

"I'm hungry."

Lahkin repressed a groan. "You can eat in the morning."

"Can we have pancakes?" Daisy asked eagerly.

"Yeah, sure, pancakes. Just go to bed, okay?"

"Okay!" Lahkin traced her progress back to her room by her footsteps, and sighed in relief as he heard the creak of her bed. He was just about to doze off again, when...

"....Lahkin?"

Oh, Light, not again. "WHAT?"

He picked his head up to look at Daisy and immediately realized that was the wrong thing to say. Her face was screwing up in a toddler pout. Lahkin dropped his head back into the pillow and tried to make his voice gentler.

"Did you have a nightmare? Is that why you've been bugging me?"

"No..."

"You can't sleep?"

"No..."

"Then what IS wrong?"

Daisy tugged on him. "I think Faithe's having a bad night."

Lahkin looked at her again. He wondered how the toddler knew Faithe, why she had been wandering around out of the ward TO meet Faithe, whether it was possible for toddlers to have empathy enough to tell when someone as retreating as Faithe was having a bad night...the thoughts slipped away into muzzy hole of sleepiness. The paladin sat up, rubbing his face and yawning.

"Okay. Show me."

Daisy grasped his hand and led him out of the medical ward. Trying to forget what Taelanas would say when he found them BOTH out of bed, Lahkin followed.

Daisy stopped just outside the Pia tower, pointing at a huddled form against the foundation. Shaking his head, Lahkin approached, not the least bit graceful, and used the tower wall to slide down beside her without hurting his leg.

Faithe startled, wide eyes regarding him with surprise, before collapsing back in on herself. Lahkin felt he should say something.

"Hi."

Faithe nodded a response.

"Daisy was worried," he offered lamely. Another nod. Daisy walked up, and in perfect toddler confidence, snuggled her way between the two of them. Lahkin watched Faithe's face for a smile, but it was difficult to see in the moonless night.

He stretched out his legs and laid his head back against the tower, preparing for a long night.

He wasn't sure when he had drifted off, but he woke to find Daisy pressed up against him for warmth, hair wet with dew. Someone had put a blanket on top of them.

Faithe was gone.

The ground rose up to greet her violently, but she had, at the last moment wavered and saved her life. What there was to save drifted down the last few feet like a feather on a soft summer breeze. She lay prone for a while. How long she didn't know. Her eyes closed. The smell of earth, solid and musky, blended with grass that had been cropped short by the pony who wandered the grounds. He was supposed to be a cart pony, but in reality his only job was to keep the grass on the grounds short and bother recruits for apples, pets and kind words as only an animal rescued from a life of misery and suddenly surrounded by kindness can.

Faithe opened her eyes once and then closed them again. What was the secret of moving on and accepting the love around her? She should enter the convent and be done with it. There your past was erased. No one talked about their former lives. No one cared.

She leaned up against the tower wall. It was still warm from the heat of day and comforting. Her head drooped forward until it rested on her bent knees.

"Even the gods know...."

Did they? Was this some kind of divine destiny? She had been saved by an orc hunter and he and his wife had raised her as their own until they were forced to give her up. Maybe she had been destined from the beginning to live with horde.

What foolishness. Why would any god desire her to belong to Meshqa?

She opened her eyes and watched the two figures coming near her. A limping man and a...what was that. It was too small to be a person. A gnome? Goblin!

Then she heard the baby laugh. It was Daisy. Daisy, like Faithe, had been orphaned by horde and left alone. Lahkin, her adopted brother was hobbling out there with her. What were they doing out so late?

"Hi," he said, almost apologetically. Faithe almost expected him to say he was just out for a walk, what a pleasant surprise.

Had they seen her dive from the tower?

She nodded. It was quiet and peaceful out here and it was a warm night. Perhaps they just wanted some fresh air.

"Daisy was worried about you." Lahkin said.

Faithe nodded but said nothing as the toddler squirmed in between them and looked up at her, beaming with happiness. Lahkin was soon snoring, so Faithe reached down and picked the baby up, holding her close to her chest.

"You should be in bed, little one," she whispered, leaning her face down to rest on the baby's head.

"Star!' Daisy pointed to the morning star.

"Yes, star."

Faithe closed her eyes and gently rocked the baby. At one time she had longed for six children, hearth, home and husband. That was before, when life was simple and although she had never met a man she loved, she had confidence she would one day. All that was changed now.

Gentyl thought she was helping by making her go to town and pay Charitye's bill at the Recluse and pick up supplies. In truth, Faithe hurried in, paid the bill with head held low, avoiding the glances of patrons. There were the men who knew her story and thought that meant she was willing to bed any man who crooked his finger at her. Then, when she refused or ignored them she invariably got the "Uppity !@#$%," remarks.

The women were no better. Whispers loud enough to be plainly heard and quiet enough to pretend they were being discreet. None of them would have allowed a goblin to take them. They would have died first. How did they know what they would have done? Most of them had no more important decisions to make than which shoes went best with their new dress.

She sighed heavily and stood up, still holding the baby. "Let me take you to bed."

Daisy whimpered and reached for Lahkin, refusing to be parted from her brother. Faithe relented and laid the baby in his lap. She padded into the keep and got the heaviest quilt she could find. The nights were still warm and they would be fine, though Lahkin's back might protest sleeping outside.

She kissed the baby's head and covered them both, then trudged up the stairs to her room. She opened the door slowly, so as not to awaken anyone with the slight squeak. Her bed beckoned, but she went to the corner instead. She slowly sank to the floor with her back safely protected by the stone walls.

"Take your place by my side." The words whispered to her mind as if he were in the room with her. She closed her eyes, but she could feel his long, slender fingers caressing her face as he told her how lovely she was and called her his dove. The fingers traced down her throat, resting on her pulse. Long, slow caresses until her eyes closed, blocking out his sight.

Her eyes snapped open and she clutched at her throat as if to pry invisible hands away while he choked her into unconsciousness again. She gasped in terror and kept reminding herself he was locked up. It wasn't real.

((Wonderful addition, Lahkin. I loved it.))

Gentyl put the final coat of leather balm on the new breast collar and walked out to the stables to put it with the rest of her tack. There were still a few cats around, but the population was now manageable and her tack would no longer be viewed as scratching posts.

She grumbled as she walked past the shreds of Traveler's barding that was still hanging in tatters from its rack. She could handle replacing equipment ruined in battle, but this had been the last straw. It would cost nearly 1,000 gold to replace the ornately embroidered barding. The cost was bad enough, but it would take weeks to complete even with her harping at the maker incessantly.

Hopefully, no one else would give Faithe more cats to replace the missing kitten. She also hoped AAMS had found good homes for the forty-four she had shipped horde side. Surely with the anti-kill, anti-eat enchants they would be safe. Plus, they were more rare there, or so she thought. She'd never seen a cat in any horde city and she'd been in them all.

Well, on to the next crisis.

She narrowed her eyes. What was Traveler doing out of his stall and why was he leaning on a tree at a very odd angle?

Turrick trudged into the stable and followed her gaze. "Gave horse his cherry juice and let him out for sun."

"What cherry juice?"

Turrick pointed to the empty cherry grog casks. "Filled trough."

Gentyl looked at the nearly empty horse trough and then out to the pasture where she thought the horses were just lying down sunning themselves. The whole herd was drunk. Traveler was merely the last horse standing, due in a large part, she was sure, to his high tolerance for grog now.

"Ummm, thank you, Turrick."

Light. Let there be no attacks that required horses for a while.

Howling winds stirred up ruddy clouds of dust, rustling through the Barrens grass as though it were a wild animal in the midst of a hunt. Even the stars shone with startling clarity, a fierce gaze. The flames of a large bonfire flickered and danced, showering the air with brightly glowing embers and painting the ground with shifting shadows.

The white kitten tumbled in the grass, but Auraha was too deeply absorbed in her thoughts to notice. The kitten followed her everywhere now. It had grown considerably in size; anyone who hadn't seen the kitten before would have never known how closely it had come to starving.

Placing freshly-picked bundles of peacebloom in front of her, Auraha shifted into a sitting position on a large log near the bonfire. She worked mechanically, cutting the ties that held the flowers together and sorting the herbs into smaller piles.

Several weeks had passed since Nesh had decided to have the Clinic implant fully functional eyes, giving him the gift of sight once more. The events that had occurred in conjunction with this decision troubled Auraha deeply as she struggled to understand them. The night of unwrapping the eye coverings was supposed to have been a time of celebration, but it instead ended in confusion.

The unexplainable had happened. When Nesh had opened his eyes for the first time since his undeath, shock had caused him to faint. Or so they had thought - but days, then weeks had passed, and Nesh did not awaken. Nothing evoked any kind of response. The only indication that he had not truly passed on was that his body hadn't fallen into a state of rapid deterioration, as if some force or magic was still preserving him.

Auraha had spoken to Nesh, pleading with him to return to consciousness. It was all in vain. She had stayed beside him for many hours at a time, unable to do anything else. Watching and waiting was nearly unbearable, testing the furthest reaches of her patience and hopefulness.

And then one night, he finally awoke. Auraha rose from her place at the hearth to greet him, but something was wrong. Nesh had recoiled away from the relieved and excited Homelanders, as if he had never seen them before. Auraha stepped forward to talk to him but he moved away again, frowning with bitter, wary eyes.

"Nesh? Are you all right?"

"Who are you? Why are you calling me Nesh? My name is Nathaniel."

"I am Sunchaser. Don't you remember? We found each other in Brill - you were lying on the ground under the bat keeper's post, and I brought you here. I brought you home, Nesh."

"Lying on the ground? Why would I do a stupid thing like that? Stop calling me Nesh. I told you, my name is Nathaniel. I don't know who you are, and this is not my home."

She had taken a few steps back, at a loss for words. How could this have happened? She had always hoped Nesh would be able to complete the picture of his past, but she had never imagined it would cost her a friend. Greatmother Poni stepped forward to welcome and reassure Nathaniel, but Auraha couldn't bring herself to join her. The others introduced themselves in turn.

"I am Auraha Winterhoof. I am also called Sunchaser. You are right - we do not know one another…Nathaniel."

She had left that night, carefully placing the hearthstone by the side of her hammock. As the kodo rumbled along the dusty trail, the night sky settled over Auraha like a shroud, masking the bitter sadness she held in her heart.

The little warm kitten tucked securely at her side had given her a measure of reassurance.

When she was satisfied with the distribution of the herbs, Auraha placed a pile in a basket hanging over a pot of boiling water. Her gaze followed the rising steam as it swirled over the herbs and into a condenser, carrying the essential oil of the peacebloom. Oil dripped from the condenser into a pan, ready to be skimmed away from the water and used in healing salves as an astringent.

With no more than a slight rustle of the grass as a warning, a spirit leopard was at Auraha's side, nudging her with the side of its face. Auraha stood, running a hand over the familiar creature's back, and turned around.

"Sunchaser. It is good to see you." The figure of a female troll emerged from the darkness, illuminated by the light of the fire.

"And you, Greatmother Poni." She bowed respectfully.

Poni smiled. "You have been traveling lately. Where did you go?"

"Thunder Bluff."

Poni nodded. "Dere is a certain peace in Mulgore dat cannot be found anywhere else. I hope dat your family is well."

Returning to her home and her tribe in Thunder Bluff had given her the clarity and peace of mind she needed to come back to Homeland. During the weeks on the cliffs of Thunder Bluff, she had focused her attention on strengthening her mind and body, furthering her training with the other Sunwalkers.

The next time she saw Nathaniel, his arm had nearly been ripped clean from his shoulder. Actually, she was at the Clinic for a shoulder injury herself. The intensity of her training had strained it, and she sought advice on how to care for it. Nathaniel's arm hung limply at his side, seemingly held on only by carefully wrapped bandages and cords of sinew.

Surprised by his sudden shift in identity, the Doctas suggested removing Nathaniel's eyes. When Nathaniel resisted, discussion grew heated and Auraha found herself standing at Greatmother Poni's side, between Nathaniel and the Doctas.

"It is none of your concern if he wants to keep the eyes or not. If he does not want to remember, that is his choice. You have given him counsel. Leave it at that."

It was hard to think of Nesh as Nathaniel, but he was a completely different person. Mannerisms, speech - nearly everything had changed. She struggled to reconcile the differences and similarities.

"I will be traveling again soon." Auraha flicked an ear in agitation and settled down next to the fire. Poni sat next to her.

"Sunchaser," she said thoughtfully, "your people have always been travelers. Dis does not surprise me."

For a while, the two of them stared in silence at the flames. Auraha's attention shifted to the kitten as her thoughts dissipated with stray plumes of the rising steam. It had found a stray peacebloom blossom and was pouncing on it as the petals swayed with the wind. Auraha laughed, watching the dance between kitten and flower.

"Where will you go?"

"To the Eastern Kingdoms. To Hearthglen."

She knew what she needed to do. All other leads regarding the kitten had turned up dead ends. The only lead remaining pointed to a human girl a continent away. Getting there would be a perilous and exhaustive journey, but Auraha had to find a way. It would give her time to think, time to reconcile how she felt about recent events. She placed another pile of peacebloom in the distiller, filling the air with the fragrant scent of fresh flowers.

Poni blinked. "Is dat not where the Crusade keeps an outpost? Though I have not been dere, I had heard of it at de Tournament."

Auraha nodded. "I met a paladin by the name of Ulthryn Arold some time ago. A human. He said that he belonged to a holy order, the Pia Presidium, based in Hearthglen."

"I have heard of dem."

"I know little of them other than what I have been told, but in finding this kitten's home…it's all I have left." She picked up the kitten and cradled it in the nook of her arm. "With the presence of the Argent Crusade, I should be safe there. I cannot say the same for the rest of the road that leads there."

From what she could tell of the maps she had, Auraha knew it would be a difficult road. The path led through Horde and Alliance territories alike, through festering swamps and blistering ashlands. She had survived in difficult conditions many times before, though, and found it much less terrifying than the idea of taking the journey by air.

Poni considered the kitten, reaching a hand toward it. "Some have called us foolish to worry about a kitten." She rubbed the kitten's head gently. "Dey have not come between me and my raptors."

Auraha snorted with mild agitation and stomped one hoof. "I do not care if others think it is foolish. This kitten has given me comfort, a measure of peace - but it is not mine."

Poni smiled. "I know. I just hope dat you will be careful. Do you know de way?"

"No." Auraha shook her head and sighed. "I know where to begin, but my maps are incomplete. I have little knowledge of the Eastern Kingdoms."

"I do not know dem like I do dis land. But I think dat if you sail from Ratchet and go north, you will find your way."

Auraha nodded. "There will be those along the way to help me, others who wish to hinder me. I will find my way there."

"If dere be need of us, send word. Take any supplies you wish."

"Thank you, Greatmother."

"Sunchaser -- just dis once --"

Before she could react, Poni had wrapped her arms around Auraha's middle, hugging her tightly. She stood awkwardly, unsure of what to do, and finally settled on nodding and placing a hand on Poni's shoulder. Poni looked up at her expectantly.

"Nesh…Nathaniel. Keep him from harm."

Poni nodded. "None of de family will be harmed if I am able to stop it. I will watch for you."

"Thank you." Auraha bowed once more, then retreated into the longhouse. There was much to do before tomorrow.

((Okay, here's how this works. I will be walking along the road in segments every other night until I reach Hearthglen. Yes, I do mean walking. I will start moving at 7PM server and will keep walking until I reach the end of that day's segment, starting tomorrow. If something comes up and I have to change the date or time, I will do my best to let you know ahead of time. Segment lengths will vary by day, but I'll try to keep them reasonable. If no one else comes along, I'll still keep moving - no, I will not wait on you. As long as Sun reaches her destination with the kitten intact, I'm open to interaction with others who may happen to be on the road - both good and bad. A few rules, however, since this is part of a larger plot - Sun doesn't die, her kodo doesn't die, and neither does the kitten. Sun, the kodo, or the kitten can be injured, but not so severely that they can't continue the journey. Tell me about it before you decide to do it. Don't take the cat, or the kodo. I will ignore you if you try - I don't feel like chasing you all over the continent to get them back. Don't use my level as a representation of how strong or weak I am - it's bad RP practice.

This is mostly set up using Horde-friendly territories and cities. Sorry to those of you who are Alliance - you are welcome to still participate, but I didn't think it would be realistic for Sunchaser to put herself in danger by unnecessarily delving too deeply into Alliance territory.

Here are the segments, locations, and estimated dates.))

1/29 Homeland's Longhouse (Northern Barrens) -> Far Watch Post -> Crossroads -> Ratchet -> Booty Bay (The Cape of Stranglethorn)

1/31 Booty Bay (The Cape of Stranglethorn) -> Bambala (Northern Stranglethorn)

2/2 Bambala (Northern Stranglethorn) -> The Yorgen Farmstead (Duskwood) -> The Rotting Orchard (Duskwood)

2/4 The Rotting Orchard (Duskwood) -> Tranquil Gardens Cemetery -> (Deadwinds Pass) -> Splinterspear Junction (Swamp of Sorrows) -> Stonard (Swamp of Sorrows)

2/6 Stonard (Swamp of Sorrows) -> Splinterspear Junction -> Bogpaddle -> high mountain pass (Redridge Mountains) -> Flame Crest (Burning Steppes)

2/8 Flame Crest (Burning Steppes) -> past Chiselgrip -> Blackrock Mountain -> Iron Summit (Searing Gorge)

2/10 Iron Summit (Searing Gorge) -> Thorium Advance -> New Kargath (Badlands) -> Scar of the Worldbreaker -> Agmond's End -> Bloodwatcher Point (Badlands)

2/12 Bloodwatcher Point (Badlands) -> Fuselight -> Uldaman -> Loch Modan hidden pass (Loch Modan) -> Silver Stream Mine -> Dun Algaz (Wetlands)

2/15 (skipping Valentine's Day) Dun Algaz (Wetlands) -> Greenwarden's Grove -> Dun Modr -> Go'shek Farm (Arathi Highlands) -> Hammerfall (Arathi Highlands)

2/17 Hammerfall (Arathi Highlands) -> Go'shek Farm -> Stromgarde -> Galen's Fall -> Eastpoint Tower -> Tarren Mill -> Strahnbrad (Hillsbrad Foothills)

2/19 Strahnbrad (Hillsbrad Foothills) -> Chillwind Camp (Western Plaguelands) -> Uther's Tomb -> Andorhal (Western Plaguelands)

2/21 Andorhal (Western Plaguelands) -> The Menders' Stead -> Hearthglen (Western Plaguelands)

((Having read the Nesh and Sunchaser stories on the Homeland forums, Sunchaser, all I can say is...WOW. Very touching, and very bittersweet. For a sec there, I was excited that Nesh was getting his eyes back...but now I's teh sad. xD Anyway, just wanted to say that I think this is brilliant RP adventure concept. 7PM's a little late for me since I'm on Newfoundland time [which is about four and a half hours after server time] but I'd be glad to make a quick RP appearance with Drake or Aeddan on one of the above days, if you're okay with it.))

((I know the given time is late, even for me, but I wanted to set a time that would allow me to finish any tasks I needed to complete. It's set every other day for the same reason. Also, I didn't want to interfere with other RP plans, which are usually done a little earlier in the evening. It's not a perfect system, but with multiple dates available, I really hope it's available to those who are interested. If you can't find a way, let me know and we'll figure out something.

Having said that, I'm glad you are enjoying the stories of Sun and Nesh. They resonate with us, as well; we have been great friends outside of the game for many years.))

(( Wishing you best of luck on your travels, Sunchaser. We'll have a big party once Nesh comes back. ))

(( stop yelling at little ones Lahkin, you big bully!!! ))

Ari stopped before Gentyl in the Recluse. The white and gold AAMS uniform shone brightly in the dimly lit tavern. "Miss Gentyl?"

"Aye, join me. Would you like some tea?"

"That would be nice." She reached out for the cup Gentyl offered her. "We've been delivering those kittens you sent to the horde."

Gentyl nodded. "Good. I hope you found good homes for them."

"I think we did. One of the recipients sent a gift back."

Gifts from the horde were seldom good. Dead rats. Vials of zombie sheep potion. Maggots. Maggots were the worst because she invariably killed them and then Abominus hunted her down in retaliation...usually with an entire army at his back. Everyone, even the horde, knew he was insane so, why was it so easy for him to gather an army to avenge a dead maggot?

She looked at the gaily wrapped box on the table. "It's not ticking is it?"

Ari listened to the box. "No, is it supposed to be?"

Ari was a new courier. There was no sense filling her in on the often explosive gifts that flowed back and for between her and Souleater.

Gentyl handed the girl a tip and opened it. Immediately, a very large cockroach spread its wings and started screeching at her. She hurried to rewrap the box.

"Oh there's a message, too. It's been enchanted so you can't stomp on it and it's the screeching kind that bonds immediately to its master."

Gentyl laid her head down on the table and wept.

"Umm, ma'am? Are you all right?"

Gentyl shook her head. "Noooo."

"Would you have preferred it been ticking?"

She nodded her head. "Very much so."

"Here you are. Some lavascale catfish. That should fatten you up some." Tyrexus set the plate down on the table next to the cat. "Eat it all."

After making sure that Gentyler was eating, he sat down at his own desk and watched the cat gulp down her food. He had found a pillow that had once been used on the seat of a throne. It was now the cat's favorite bed. He had set the table up right next to his own desk because the feline would simply not leave him alone. But once she had her own desk, she stopped knocking all the precious vials and scrolls off of his. He had even made her a toy. Years ago, he had cut the tail off of a particularly annoying draenei and enchanted it to keep it preserved. He had tied it to a stick and now Gentyler loved to be teased with it and when he'd drag it across the ground, she would stalk it. Wonderful creature.

Satisfied that Gentyler had eaten her dinner like a good kitty cat and was snuggling on her pillow for her twenty somethingish nap of the day, Tyrexus went back to his own business. He picked up another eye from the box and began inspecting it closely. "Ah, this one has a purple hue to it. Wonderful!" He got up and went over to the fireplace mantle and surveyed his collection. Over two hundred eyes stared right back at him. All different kinds. Worgen, human, draenei, orc, troll, ogre. Now, he had over twenty new murloc eyes to find places for. "Here will do nicely, I think." He set the eye on one of his mounts and attached it to the wall above the fireplace. "Yes, the fire catches the purple. Perfect."

Just then, one of his wards went off telling him that someone approached. He went to the door, spell on his lips and found that it was only the delivery men that were supposed to arrive over a week ago. He had picked up a night elf made armoire from the auction house. It had cost him a small fortune, but gold meant little to him anymore. He motioned for the three delivery men to bring the item in. "Be careful with that," he warned.

The apparent supervisor, a troll, motioned his two orc workers to carry the heavy piece of furniture into the home. "Where ye be wantin dis, boss?" One of his tusks had broken off and become rotted. It was quite distracting.

"Over there, in the middle of the wall between the doors." Tyrexus waved in the direction he wished for it to go.

As the movers approached the appointed place, Gentyler went to investigate the newcomers. One of the orcs kicked her our of the way causing her to wail and then hiss loudly.

The troll happened to turn his head and catch the look on the Lich's face. Knowing death when he saw it, he put up his hands in a surrendering fashion, "Boss, he not be knowin what he did. He din mean nuthin by it."

Tyrexus pointed his hand and seven ice lances shot out almost instantly stabbing through the orc and pinning him to the stone wall as if by steel spears. The other orc gaped and turned with a snarl. Tyrexus waved his hand as if in dismissal and froze the orc solid.

Then, he turned to the troll, who was trembling so hard, he couldn't seem to get a grip on the dagger he was trying to pull out. Raising his eyebrows, Tyrexus asked, "If that is to cut your own throat, I would appreciate you not doing that. It lets all the blood out and blood is what carries the taste of fear. I do so love that taste." Stalking forward, he raised his hand, palm up. Power shot forward and the troll wailed, "noooooooooooooooooooo."

Later that evening, Tyrexus again set a plate in front of Gentyler. "This is a special treat for you. It's not often we can dine on troll liver and orc heart. Eat up."

((Well, at least one of them got a good home. I love it.))

((Haha, ra picked up one for an elf kid he knows

((Ha, great, Raoul. I wish I'd been able to track down more white kittens, but I thought even plain cats might be fun. I hope the elf has fun with it.))