"i cannot stay if im caught im done for.." Deawen said sitting the pian was unbearable she took a pian ful breath. Deawen couldn't remember where the barracks were so she could find Sen she started shaking again she lowered her self back down she kept her dagger near by. just in case...

after Cor left Deawen heard a noise beside her she ffelt a hand on her shoulder "lady Deawen!" she heard a voice she opened her eyes "Eston!" she cried "lady you are hurt!" he whispered "what are you doing here?" deawen hissed "i followed you i saw what happedned i was not able to help forgive me but i bring word fro Adrod he says he will be leaving you are on leave for now..." Eston said quickly "and your house is overrun by guards they are waiting for you..." "but i got these for you.." he said unwrapping a bundle Deawen sat up slowly inside the bundle was a wooden box some of Deawen's mothers possisions. Deawen's harp. "Bredol and Arenel are outside" then he showed her all the swords and daggers he brought with him. "eston you are a life saver!"

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Coraliaera rushed out the door. She had promised to return the book today, but she had been delayed, obviously. Making her way towards the library, she noticed a crowd gathered. Keeping her pace to a casual walk, she went over to Jardius and handed him the book. "I am sorry I am late in returning this, but... I was delayed," she spoke in her disguised voice, then her eyes went wide when she saw the elven women. "By the sea and stars! An Elf!" she was indeed surprised, but elves to her were more common than men, so the words she spoke were mainly to add to her cover. "Before I forget to ask... do any of you know of a lady, other than the elf here, who is a stranger to this fair city?..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

"Ah, pardon my manners, sir," Coraliaera bowed slightly to Thinren, though keeping her disguise. "I should not ask questions unless I introduce myself first... my name is Cor, a frequent visitor to this city." Jardius already knew her... or as it were... 'him'. She looked the elf up and down for a moment, and noticed she seemed frightened.

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~Cyclist in Training~

Jardius looked at Thinren with a slightly relief face, he threw his hair back like before.

"Well I suppose I can`t blame you for getting furious because of that, but would you have time to join me at my house?"

Jardius looked at Adastrea.

"I has been a long time I´ve seen an elf and I am just a curious personality..."

But before anyone could react Cor appeared and gave Jardius the book, that was funny since he didn`t recall lending books to elves lately nor seeing any until now. Perhaps some of the library assistants had borrowed it, Jardius looked at the book regonizing it and looked at Cor with an amused smile.

"I haven`t actually met you before Cor, but I believe you borrowed the book from some of my assistants at the library..."

Jardius turned to Adastrea.

"So?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Adastrea looked at Thinren, then at Jardius. When the one named Cor brought the book to him, she grew a little suspicious, but forced it from her mind. This elf had saved her life, why should she not trust him. She nodded slightly, "Alright, my lord" She said softly, wondering if Thinren was to join the or not.

"Oh... yes.. that is right.." Cor had made a slip. She had seen Jardius before, but she hadn't been in disguise, she had been herself. (just a note, Cor is trying not to look like an elf... lol)
"But I would ask again, sirs and lady, if any of you know of a lady who is a stranger to this city... and perhaps concidered a threat maybe?..."

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~Cyclist in Training~

Thinren felt slightly stupid after attacking the elf.
"I would like to accompany you my lord."
He glanced to Adestrea and smiled.
"I would like to keep my eye on Adestrea if that's ok with you."

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"Ah..."

Jardius said suddenly as he looked at them both.

"So you know each others? Well that even better.... well then follow me..."

Jardius began walking towards the library and looked back at Cor who was left on the street alone as Jardius opened the library doors, they were heavy double sided doors and they klonked slightly as Jarsius opened them. He stood besides the door as Adastrea and Thinren entered and shut the doors slowly after them. He turned around to look at them and walked past them.

"Please this way..."

They were in a hallway lighted with candles like the most of the library was, he opened a door to the right before the main door the library itself. Jardius picked up a candle in his hand and light it as he placed it on a table, the room was a quest room for sleeping, eating and just killing time near the fireplace.

"I see to it that my guests have comfort all tough it doesn`t really matter to me, but you never know who is visiting you... please sit.."

Jardius said as he walked to a cabin that had some bottles in it.

"Would you like something to drink? I have wine and whatever you might want..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Thinren shook his head.
"No thanks, I'm fine."
He gazed at the simple room.
"Well i never heard of this place before. how long have you been here then?"

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

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"Since the end of that war..."

Jardius said as he picked a botte from the closet for him self and three glasses in case they would drink, he placed the wine bottle on the table and poured himself some.

"How come? It is on a quite obvious site and I would have though that the reconstruction work would have drawn some attention..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

i am soon to be a bigger threat to them oh but not soon enough but they will not heed this because will they are just the sort of people that ignore threats till its too late.(if you read this and think" i am not that sort" i just used a trick on you to pay attention )

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

(Fine, ignore my question... )

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Coraliaera mumbled something to herself then turned around. She returned to the inn and to her room, where Deawen was, but she swiftly drew her elven blade when she saw Eston there, not knowing how he had gotten there or why. "Who are you and why are you here?" In her haste she had forgotten to disguise her voice.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Adastrea followed Thinren and Jardius quietly. She walked in through the door and followed Jardius down the hall, keeping close to Thinren at all times. When he brought them to a room she sat as she was told to do and graciously refused the wine. She glanced at Thinren, pleased to see him back to his normal self after Belor nearly killed him over her. Her gaze turned away and wandered around the room as the two men talked.

Jardius looked at Adastrea who seemed to be looking around the room.

"How did your heritage bother the guard might I ask? Usually elves are respected I think and few whom have discovered that I am a half elf haven`t been bothered not to mention hated me... so there must be more to your heritage if I presume correctly?"

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Adastrea looked at Thinren, then at Jardius. She shifted slightly in her chair and hesitated. She could usually avoid questions about what she was, but this was a direct question. No matter what she said would either be a complete lie or too much. "I have been told that I may be more than what I seem, that is all I can really say, for sometimes I do not understand it myself." She played with words quite a bit, trying to keep from lying too much.