He motioned the pages to open the door with one hand, holding the tray with the other, expertly balancing the drinks on it. The pages opened the door to the King's study for him and Krell slipped through, unheard and unseen. Inside the chamber, King Estehl was sitting behind his desk, while Gallagher, Morgan and Mystery stood before it, with Doyle and Phineas and a few of the other council members Krell knew, but didn't really like. They were arguing. Krell had been sent from the room when the argument had started, he wasn't sure what the argument was all about. He slid the tray on to a side table near the King's elbow and slipped into corner with Puk, who was standing silently behind Estehl's right side. Puk glanced at the boy as he stood at his side. Krell looked up at him, then motioned the phouka down to him. "What's going on?" Krell asked in a whisper. Puk leaned close to the boy's ear and whispered in reply. "The drow elves are perparing to strike, they're leaguing themselves with red ones and the...pathanons." Puk whispered back. Krell looked up at him wide eyed with childish fear at the mention of the pathanons, but wrinkled his nose at the mention of the red ones. "The red ones?" He whispered in reply. The phouka chuckled softly. "The crazy eleves, Old Red Sun, you know the beserkers?" Puk replied in a whisper, one eye on the argument, and aware Estehl could hear the two squires conversing behind him. "Why are the drow elves wanting to fight?" Krell inquired, his hands behind his back. Something chattered very softly from the pouch on his belt and he grimaced. Many would not be happy to find Feezle in his pouch. "Shh." Puk held a finger to his lips and motioned back to the argument. Krell turned his eyes back to the room, hoping Feezle would stay quiet a little longer. "We've got more then enough soliders to out number the drow." Morgan said. "I don't see why we don't make perparations to move against them!" "I'm inclined to agree with General Morgan, even if she is a woman!" One of the council members said. Morgan said nothing in reply to that, she didn't have to, her eyes said everything for her as she gave the council member a dark look. "The drow's reasons for mounting this attack is simply out of revenge for what was done to them during the Goblin War." Phineas replied. "Prince Cadic is still enraged at having Prince Ellander slip through his fingers..." There was a tight, almost non-existant smirk on Estehl's lips at that. He was sitting at the desk with his arms folded on top, surveying the others with in the room with silent patients. "Prince Ellander didn't really have time to...humor Prince Cadic and ontop of that, the drow Princess, Luthien came to his...rescue." Mystery replied to Phineas. "Either way, they feel very wronged." Phineas said from his seat. "And who can blame them? Their city Ivander was destoryed, women and children as well as men were slaughtered by the goblins in Teliveer and Prince Ellander's name and the king was killed in front of the boy." "Has anyone thought to approach Crown Prince Gillorn?" Doyle inquired in his soft spoken voice. Puk smirked from his place, amused that Doyle would be the one to bring that up. "We're making several attempts as we speak, Doyle, do not fret yourself there." Estehl replied softly, with that tight smirk again. "I'm not worried about the Drows, I'm not worried about the red ones, what I AM worried about, gentleman and lady, are the Pathanons." Estehl added, his tone softer, but ultimately more dangerous. A few council members shifted in their seats uncomfrotably. Krell was paying very close attention to the conversation now. "When was the last any one has heard of the Pathanons, a very very long time ago. And yet we are all very aware just how dangerous and powerful they are. I want it established that the Pathanons are really back and siding with the drows." Estehl said. He looked at Morgan and Mystery. "General Morgan, you know how to do that effective and safely. See to it." He said, giving them a serious look. "Until we know for sure that the Pathanons are involved, I will not move opposition against the drows. However, I want the military on alert...just in case. You're all dismissed." He motioned with a hand, the council moving from their places toward the door. Krell glanced at Puk, to see if what they were supposed to leave, but Puk shook his head slightly, indicating they were to stay put. Krell nodded slightly in reply and tried to look like a squire. While the Princess Lexine was out of Ter Nah Nog, Puk was seeing to Krell's training as squire. And so on that note, Krell was acting as a sort of junior squire to King Estehl. When the council, Morgan, Mystery and Gallagher were gone, Estehl spoke softly. "Gentlemen, please come around where I can see you." Puk laid a hand on Krell's shoulder and steered him around the edge of the desk, to the front. Estehl motioned to the now empty chairs and Puk dropped into one. Krell hesitated and caught a slightly amused smirk from Esthel, before Puk grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him into the other chair. Estehl turned to the tea servous that Krell had brought in and poured a cup. "No doubt, gentlemen, you've heard what had to be said and what wasn't heard, I'm sure the senior squire will fill in any missing gaps later." Estehl said, over the edge of the cup, looking at the two, amusement dancing in his dark blue eyes. "Well, sire, he's got to know." Puk replied with a half smirk, aware the young squire was blushing. "Indeed." Estehl replied, smirking now himself. "And that is why, I think it is time you initate him, Puk." Puk's eye brow shot up and he glanced at the lad. "Are you...sure, Estehl..." "Absolutely. Oh, I'm sure Lexine may be...a bit put out with me over it, but I'm rather sure Faal will understand it, once I explain it to him. But remember this, Puk, the boy's safety is in your hands..." Estehl pointed at Puk, his eyes sparkling slightly. "You will see to it that no serious harm befalls him." Puk resisted the urge to roll his eyes and nodded. "Of course, you're majesty. And...what's the plan if we discovered the Pathanons ARE back, sire?" Krell was looking back and forth between the two with some confussion, but kept quiet. Estehl sighed, sitting his cup down. "I need to know that they are, and that the drow have sided with them, before I take any action. I will not plunge this kingdom into another war, if I can help it." Estehl replied sitting back. "For the moment, I think Morgan and Mystery can discover what it is I need to know. But should they not be able to, it'll be you who I turn to next, of course." Puk nodded his head, glancing out of the corner of his eye at Krell. The boy seemed to realize he was being let in on something very very serious and was keeping absolutely still, eyes wide. Puk smirked slightly to himself. Krell reminded Puk of himself, back when Puk had joined the Golden Court, all those many years ago. And the boy had a lot of potential. Estehl and Puk had spoken recently, in private of the boy's linagage. An elven mother and faerie father. An eleven mother who was one of the best thieves the Mockers had ever known. Estehl had mused in the conversation to the question of whether or not skill like that was herditary. "Go on, take Krell out into the castle town...show him the...'sights'. And while you're out there, see about getting a message to Caliban in your...unqiue style, incase Jasmine hasn't been able to reach Gillorn yet. I'm about to go and see, if she has." Estehl said, leaning back in his chair and glancing at the window. "Majesty," Puk said softly. "Do you intend on contacting Faal?" Estehl snorted, smirking slightly. "I told him I didn't want to see him around this castle for a few months, no doubt he'd be all to happy to remind me that it was an order...and after all, he and Lexine have recently adopted a little boy as well as discovered Lexine is expecting." "The Princess is...pregnant?!" Krell asked wide eyed, he couldn't help himself. Estehl chuckled, eyeing the young squire. "Indeed. A daughter as it would happen. The next daughter of the seal as it happens." Krell couldn't help it, he beamed and heard Puk chuckling next to him. "Go on you two, the sooner Puk shows you around the castle, town, the sooner you can get back here." Estehl motioned their dismissle and Puk stood, taking Krell's arm gentle as the boy scrambled out of the chair. Estehl would finish his tea, then go and see his wife. Puk led Krell through the door into the hall and Krell trotted along behind him as Puk led the way through the castle. The phouka was unusually quiet and Krell had learned to leave him to his silence until the phouka was ready to share with him his thoughts. Krell liked Puk, he was...unsual, but devotedly loyal to the king and queen and the imediate royal family. Puk lead the way to the main gate.   Beyond stretched out for miles was the city of Elronder, the captial city of the Elves. It had been a really really long time since Krell had been in the city, not since he was a little boy. He didn't remember a lot of his life then, he'd been so young. He remembered that the old man in the Mockers, Diogenes had looked after him after his mother had died, and it was he who'd turned Krell over to the palace recurter. He trailed behind Puk as they left the gate and stepped into the hustle and bustle of the city. "Stay close." Puk said to Krell as they moved along the noble's market. Krell looked about at all the shops as they weaved they way through the city, down past the docks and toward the seedier side of town. "Uh...Puk..." Krell voiced softly, noticing where they were going. Puk looked over his shoulder at his Krell with a smirk, "No worries, my fine young friend. After all, I'm under orders from the King to see that no harm befalls you. We're going to meet a friend of mine. Then I'll take you across the roof tops, and then we'll pop down to the sewers..." "Where the Mockers dwell?!" Krell blinked. "Smart lad. Yes, where the Mockers dwell." Puk said, still smirking. "But...but the Mockers...they've got bashers...and if they catch us..." "They're not going to catch us. I've got a bit of an agreement with 'em." Puk replied calmly. Krell looked sharply at him. "You have dealings with the Mockers?" "Of course I do. Some one for the King has to. So does Phineas...at times. He used to be a Mocker you know..." "Lord Phineas?" Krell blinked rapiedly a moment, then shook his head. "Aye. And King Estehl is well aware of who your mother was..." Puk looked at Krell with a faint crafty smile. Krell went scarlet with a flush and looked at the ground, before Puk clapped him lightly on the shoulder. "No worries, Estehl doesn't hold that against you. Indeed, it actually might come in handy." Puk said, still with that faint crafty smirk. Krell looked up sharply, eyeing the phouka, but Puk was steering him on down the street. They turned a corner and Puk nodded toward a tavern at the far end of the street. Over it hung a sign painted with a black bird. "The apply named Raven Tavern." Puk said by explanation as they approached the inn, which was doing a fair bit of trade in the afternoon. Puk pushed his way through the mulling crowd, one hand on Krell's shoulder and shoved the door open. The common room was roudy, but not terribly seedy. There was an old man behind the bar and a young woman serving drinks. Puk steered Krell through the crowds and tables toward the far end of the bar. "Puk! Wha' are ye doin', bringin' a lad in 'ere?!" Came a call from the young woman serving drinks. Puk sent a broad grin in her direction as he motioned for Krell to take the stool at the far end of the bar. "Trainin', Daisy luv!" The old man was moving down the bar toward them with a exasperated look on his worn face. "Squire Puk, wha' can I be gettin' ye?" "A pint fer me an' a cider fer me young companion, Ol' Bailey." The man named Old Bailey moved off to fill the order. "Do you come here often?" Krell asked softly, swinging his legs as Puk looked around the common room. Puk looked back at him with a touch of an amused smile. "Aye, when I can." He answered as Old Bailey brought over two mugs and set them down. Puk slid two coins across the counter toward the man and took a drink from his tankard. He grimaced openly before slamming the tankard down. "Lards almight, Bailey, wha happened t' the good stuff?" Old Bailey sighed, leaning on the counter. "That is the good stuff, Squire. Wha I got left o' it anyway. Trade routes from the mountians 'ave been cut off...Seems a gang o' roughens up north are holdin' the King's Road hostage..." Old Bailey said in a soft tone. "Nuthin's comin' through..." Puk's eye brow shot up, a look of surprise in his sulferous yellow eyes. "The King's Road? How come I don't know any thing 'bout that?" "Jus' happened a week 'go." Old Bailey replied. "And some o' the roads t' the south are also gettin' cut off." He added. Krell sipped on the cider. It was bitter, but not terrible, with a hint of honey sweetness. A good cider he'd never really had. He looked at Puk as Old Bailey spoke and could see the phouka looked aggravated at this news. "Jus' a gang o' roughens, ye say?" Puk inquired. "So it would seem. Somethin' else, Squire...the sewers...there's some...men runnin' 'round there...dressed all in black. " Old Bailey's tone lowered even softer and he seemed to glance at Krell out of the corner of his eyes as if he didn't judge to say much more in front of the boy. Puk was at attention at once. "Are ye sure?!" "Aye... ye know the side business I do...and that me celler's righ' down there. Saw 'em me self..." Old Bailey replied. Puk was off his stool, grabbing Krell's arm again, with a gentle but firm grip. Krell took another large gulp from his mug, almost finishing off all the cider, before letting Puk pull him off the stool and gently drag him across the room toward the door. Once they were outside, Puk put Krell infront of him, but was still steering him back toward the castle. "Puk...was he talking about what I think he was talking about?" Krell asked, looking over his shoulder at the phouka. Puk smirked, impressed by Krell's ability to grasp the serious matters. "Which thing?" He asked the younger squire. "The men in black...did he mean...Nighthawks?" Krell's tone was very soft, but Puk her head completely. "It would seem that's wha' he's indicatin', but we don't know for sure an' I don't know why they'd be in the sewers to be honest, less it had somethin' to do with the Mockers, which doesn't make any more sense...Either way, Estehl ain't gonna be happy t' hear 'bout this." Puk said. "But we've got t' tell him, now." Puk kpet an eye on their surroundings as they moved back through the streets, weaving through the disolute side of the city, back toward the docks and ware house district, to head toward the market place and the noble's side. They were turning a corner into the docks and ware house district when Puk became aware of the fact they were being followed. His hand tightened slightly on Krell's shoulder as he slowed them to steady and unhurried walk. Krell glanced at him, but Puk shook his head slightly. There came an excited chatter from Krell's pouch and Feezel emerged, scurring up Krell's back and on to his shoulder. Puk glanced at the vulpex with a slight smirk but kept them moving, his hearing zeroing in on their shadow. He muttered something under his breath, phouka magic, allowing himself to keep a better track on who was following them, discovering it was two men. "Um..Puk..." Krell had glanced over their shoulders. "Yes, I know. Keep moving forward Krell, and don't look back again, not until I tell you two." Puk replied calmly, his own gaze forward as he manuvered them through the streets. He turned them into the start of the market district and after passing a few shops stopped them at an apothcary, directing Krell to go in side first. Once inside, Puk postioned himself at the counter next to the window, with Krell right beside it. Puk leaned down, to whisper in Krell's ear with out looking out the window. "Gaze out the window, look bored as hell, but keep an eye on the two following us. Tell me softly, what they look like, what they're wearing. Above all, Krell, look like you're board out of yer bloody little mind." Puk held Krell's gaze a moment, with a serious look in his sulferous eyes before turning to the man behind the counter as Krell nodded and turned his gaze to the window, assuming what he hoped was a truly bored expression. For a moment, he wasn't sure he saw any one that looked they were following them. Then he spotted two tall figures across the street at the corner where they'd come from, dressed in black with hooded cloaks. They seemed to stop and seemed to be looking in the direction of the apothcary. Krell hardly paid attention to what Puk was buying and tried to see if there was any thing else distinctive about the figures. They looked slightly odd to him, hoods drawn like that, but he noticed the people bustling around the street out side the shop hardly seemed to take notice. He startled slightly as Puk leaned down again, slipping a couple of small vials into Krell's pouch and whispered. "What do you see?" "Two figures in black, with hoods, they're standing across the street on the corner where we turned." Krell whispered in reply. Puk snuck a glance in that direction, then nodded. He again took Krell by the shoulder and led him out of the shop, turning away from the figures and still in the direction of the palace. "What did you slip in my pouch?" Krell started to look, but Puk shook his head. "Just a couple minor first aid potions. Hold on to them, you never know when you'll need them." He said softly as he steered Krell along. "We've got to get back to the palace with out our shadows following." Feezel chatttered his agreement softly and Puk watched the vulpex's eyes turn up toward the roofs. Puk smikred softly to himself, liking the way the creature thought. He turned Krell down a side street were a stair case led up and around the side of a building. Puk led the way up the stairs with Krell at his side and turned the corner quickly. There he stopped and turned to Krell. "I'm going to give you a boost on the roof, then I'll follow, we'll use the Thieves Highway for a bit, throw them off." Puk said softly before making a stirup with his hands. Krell was a smart boy, and he didn't need to be told more then once what to do. He put his hands on Puk's shoulders as Puk leaned down more and his foot in Puk's hands, then Puk hoisted him up on to the roof. Krell grabbed the edge and pulled himself up on the roof, rolling to sit and pulled his feet away from the edge, hoping they wouldn't be seen. Puk appeared a moment later, pulling himself on to the roof and ran a long in a low crouch, Krell followed.   Puk led the way along the strange highway, with the sounds of the city below them as they made their way toward the palace gate. He paused, lingering a moment, then decided maybe it would be better to approach the palace from the east side and the pramanaide gate. He turned in that direction and began leading Krell along that way, with out the younger squire asking him any questions, but as they moved away from the view of the main gate and the guards that were there, two figures in black hoods appeared at on the roofs in front of them. Krell gasped and ducked behind a chimney as the figures advanced with out dropping their hoods, but they both pulled long and lethal looking swords. Puk groaned and cast a glance over his shoulder at the boy, before pulling his own sword, a slender looking elven blade. When he looked back, it was just in time to parry a strike from one of the figures who brought his sword down over his head to strike Puk. This allowed the other figure to lunge in low and Puk only barely managed to produce a dagger to fend off that blow. Krell bit his lip, watching from behind the chimney. The two figures were good swords men, moving silently, finding a way to over power the King's squire, despite the fact that Puk blocked every move they were trying to make. But the rooftops were no place to fight two expert swordsmen, and as Puk turned to deflect a blow, his foot slid from under him and he found himself on his back as a sword was moving rapidly toward his skull. He gave a kick with a grunt, sending the man stumbling back, and Puk rolled, kicking again, and catching the man in the stomach. He kicked as hard as he could, sending the man stumbling back toward the edge of the roof were the figure swayed dangerously a moment. Then his friend lunged in low to attack Puk with his sword and Puk had to scramble back up the roof on his back away from the strike. Krell was almost as bouncy as the vulpex on his head as he saw the first man recover from the edge of the roof and advance on Puk as well. He just couldn't stand there and not do anything. But he wasn't armed. He was to young by most standards to carry a sword, and he didn't have his dirk on him, for which he kicked himself for. And he certianlly didn't have his bow. He bit his lip trying to think of something to do to save his phouka friend and squire teacher and looked around the roof where they were for anything. He saw two things. A large rock near fallen from the corner of the chimney and a large stick. While not the best weapons, maybe he could do something with them. He picked up the rock and leaned around the side of the chimney to see Puk roll out of the way of another blow. His dagger was laying a few feet away from him and he had to raise his sword to block to blows at once. Krell pulled back his arm and lobbed the rock at the back of one of the figures with as much strength as he could, before rushing to grab the stick. But by the time he turned around, he found that figure advancing on him with his sword. Krell yelped and scrambled backwards looking for a way to escape, he hadn't really thought of what to do next. He heard Puk getting back on his feet, to take on the other figure, but the one in front of him was still advancing. Krell scrambled back loosing his grip on his stick and had to roll suddenly to the side as the sword came crashing down. He gasped as he felt the blade pass dangerously close to his ear and wondered briefly if a lock of hair had been lost. The figure drew back his arms again to make another strike and Krell rolled over on his back looking up at the figure wide eyed, trying to scramble back, but found himself slooping dangerously down ward and a moment later, found himself at the edge of the roof. At the same time, his fingers brushed something cold and metalic and he glanced briefly at his hand and found Puk's dagger with in his reach. He snatched it up, hearing the sound of clashing swords to his left somewhere, and knew Puk was at least still alive. The figure lunged for the final strike and Krell cried out but thrust the dagger upward, squeezing his eyes shut at the same time. He felt the blade sink into something hard, yet soft and felt the sudden gush of warm blood. Then heard a groan and a moment later, the figure fell on top of him, the dagger in his chest. Krell tried to push the body off of him and scramble for under it with squeak and discovered the figure wasn't exactly dead just yet, because as the figured slipped dangerous toward the edge, he grabbed onto Krell's sleeve and tried to drag him with him. Feezel scurred down Krell's arm as Krell tryed to yank his arm away, feeling himself slipping toward the side. The Vulpex sank his sharp teeth into the man's hand and there was a muffled yelp, but still the man tugged on Krell's arm, intent to take him over the side and plumet to his death three stories below with him. Krell struggled to stay on the roof but his feet were slipping over the edge and he began kicking. But gravity was certianly winning out and his body went over with the man, who was forced to let go of Krell's arm as Feezel bit harder. Krell's fingers scrambled and just barely grabbed the edge and he felt his shoulder pull, and his body slam into the wall of the building as he squeezed his eyes shut. He heard a sick thud from below and wondered briefly a moment, why he didn't feel any more pain. Then a hand grabbed his arm and began dragging him upward before another hand grabbed his side and pulled him all the way over the edge of the roof. "It's alright, yer safe." Came Puk's voice, soft and calm. Gentle. Krell opened his eyes as he heard an excited chatter from Feezel who was perched on the roof in front of him. He looked around, saw the body of the other figure dead near by, then up at Puk who smirked. "Not bad, kiddo, not bad at all." Puk said with a smirk. "Is he... did he..." Krell swallowed, almost afraid to look. Puk was crouched beside him and cast an easy look over the side, down onto the alley below were the other figure lay with his neck at a crooked angle. "Dead. If the dagger to the chest didn't do it, the fall definetly finished him off." Puk replied, looking back at Krell. "Ye alright?" Krell winced, touching his shoulder. "My shoulder smarts..." He muttered, but other wise discovered he was perfectly okay. Puk chuckled softly, before reaching over and running his fingers lightly around Krell's shoulder, front and behind, feeling. "It's not dislocated. Might be bruised and sore for awhile, you justled it pretty good, but other wise you're okay. That was quiet a move, Krell. Never seen anything like it." Puk replied, with an impressed look. Krell flushed, then asked as Feezel scrambled up on to his side. "Who were they." Puk produced a silver medallion that looked like a bird in flight. "Nighthawks. Estehl really isn't going to be happy about this." Puk said softly, before pocketing the medallion again. He helped Krell to his feet and motioned to another edge of the roof. "Come on, Krell, time t' go tell the King the news." he led the boy over to the edge of the roof, below them was another second story ledge and rather old looking crate. Across the lane and down a ways was the wroth iron gate of the east garden and beyond that, the promanaide gate. Puk slipped off the edge of the roof and easily on to the second floor ledge. "Jus' turn and slid down over the crate, yer feet'll touch." Puk told Krell, who gingerly did as he was told and discovered his feet did in fact land on the box. He marked this location in his memory, in case he ever needed to get back on the roofs and the Thieves hihgway for anything. Feezel road on his shoulder. Puk lead them back down and across the lane toward the garden gate where two guards snapped to attention at seeing the King and the Princess's squires. Puk nodded to them as he led Krell back into the palace. They trotted a long the halls to the second floor and toward the king and queen's chambers. Puk briefly remembered that he was supposed to get a message to Caliban, but reasoned he could do that later. He stopped at the door to the sitting room between the two chambers and rapped lightly on the wood. "It's open." Came the queen's voice. Puk wiggled his eyebrows amusingly at Krell and pushed the door open, ushing ther young squire in ahead of him. Estehl looked up as they entered and raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you back a bit soon, squire." He asked as Puk was closing the door. Puk gave a sheepish smirk and shrugged. "Well your Majesty, we hastened back because...to be honest, it seems there's trouble, sire." Puk said, moving over to the chair. He saw Jasmine look up from her writing with a raised eyebrow, a slight visable swell of her stomach, indicating the unborn heir... "Trouble?" Estehl inquired, looking inqustively between the two squires. "How'd you get that scratch on your cheek, Krell?" He asked. Krell raised a hand to his cheek, unaware he had a scratch. "Part of the trouble, Estehl." Puk said, perching himself on the arm of an empty chair and nodded for Krell to have a seat near by. Krell hastened to do so, sitting down felt good after what happened. Feezel cooed softly over Krell, his tiny fingers touching the cut gently. Krell looked up ward as the vulpex leaned down over his head. "Start explaining, Puk." Estehl said, with an authoritive tone. Jasmine ceased her writing, turning in her chair slightly to look at them both. What ever Puk had to say, Jasmine would hear as well, Krell had learned the Queen had just as much say in matters as the King, and that she was very intelligient. She was always kind to him. As was the King as well. It was hard for Krell to get used to the royal family being so nice. After all they were the ultimate nobility. His favorite royal family memebers though, by far were Prince Ellander, whome Jasmine and Estehl had the habbit of calling Faal, but Puk explained that that was simply Ellander's 'other' name. And that at one time, Faal had been a guardsman in the castle. Puk hadn't told him that was Teliveer's doing, he didn't want to confuse the boy any more. Puk took a breath, his hands between his legs on the side of the chair. "I took Krell down to the Raven first, and while there, a contact of mine informed me first that the King's Road to the north is being held hostage by what he said was a gang of roughens. They've cut off all trade coming from that way. He also said some of the roads to the south were in the same condition. That's one thing. Then he said...there are some men in the sewer, dressed all in black, he didn't say what they were doing. Krell and I left to come back here to tell you and shortly after leaving, we picked up a couple shadows. A couple black hooded shadows, so we took the Thieves Highway all the way back to the palace but I...made the mistaking of thinking the prominade gate would be better, and they jumped us on the last roof. I dispatched one...Krell, dispatched the other. quiet effectively too, for not having any weapons." Puk explained, glancing at Krell. Krell stared back a bit wide eyed, and knew his ears were red. "And the black hooded figures..." Estehl inquired, a cold tone on the edge of his voice. Puk removed the medallion and held it out dangling. Estehl swore. "Nighthawks, damn fuckin' fanatical assassins." He growled. Jasmine swore, most unlady like. Krell blinked. "Looks to be that way, Estehl." Puk said, watching the medallion swinging back and forth. "I didn't get a chance to contact Caliban...any luck getting a hold of Gillorn?" He asked. Estehl shook his head. "We haven't been able to catch him yet, but I think it's only a matter of time, he can't hide with Luthien forever." Estehl said softly. He looked at Jasmine a long moment, thoughtful. "Do you think I should?" Jasmine frowned slightly, thoughtful herself. "I don't know, Estehl...I don't things are quiet that bad enough to have to call Faal. With him and Lexi just finishing the business with Caliban...Give them some time." She added softly. "If things really start looking bad, then you can call Faal." Estehl smirked softly, but nodded. Estehl turned back to Puk. "I want you to pop down the sewer, dig around, see what you can find out."   tbc....

 

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