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He blinked at her, taking thier child as she went about grabbing the playpen before settng him in with toys and left Sevilin still blinking slightly. "Alright, I'll let you help." He would just keep an eye on her, after all she wasn't rune oriented, but she was capable. "Right, scary quiet." Duly heading downstairs to grab crates for her and bringing them back then backtracking to check on the children. Lyssie was still busy sulking and Faate seemed to be rather settled, reading one of her runing books and praciticing. She was given her warnings and then he moved on, looking in on Zykariel who was surprise surprise, going his studies. "Nice to see you indulging the paper. Don't do too much though, you'll keep yourself up and then you'll be late getting to your horse tomorrow." Thusly heading back to his wife once more and taking to packing up her piles. "They're all duly engaged in studies. Except Lyssie, she's still sulking."

That was a sight to come back to now wasn't it? Walking over he picked up one of the books that had hit her and set it aside on a lower shelf before reaching down to his son and distangling the child's fingers from the present he had given his wife a few years back. "No that's not yours. You think everything is yours." WRapping and arm around his wife's hips and pulling her up, his other hand moving to rub soothingly at her spine. "How many times do I have to tell you to let me handle the high things in the house?" Letting her go for a moment to pick up thier son, holding him between them. "She'll get over it, after all she has to learn."

"Well, one day you'll get it and learn to keep a stool in the rooms that you need them or get me when you need to. Just give it another fifty years or so." Turning his eyes to his son who was tugging on his hair now, personally waiting for him to call out 'mine' as he usually did. It was a phase he was going through. But a chuckle as Zahara was trying to have second thoughts. "He'll be just fine. He'll have rawr and we can put Nym with him, and you'll be just fine too."

"Yes yes, Rawr is yours. But Nym is mine." Regardless, he reached down his tunic and pulled out a sleepy Nym by his scruff, the ferret blinking sleepily and yawning before he was handed to the child. He never worried about the babies dropping Nym, he was sturdy and reacted quite well to such thing. For the moment he held his son, watching Zahara go back and forth before he held out Kelligrin to her, waiting for her to take him. "Well then, I'll get to that right now." Thusly on to dismantaling things thing dragging them to a new room, and then putting them back together in the room and going about moving it all around to Zahara's liking.

She did what she did best: stood and directed. She had Sevilin move the crib a few times, trying to get it right in the place that tehy both could get to with as little trouble as possible and finally was pleased with the layout. It was lovely how patient he was with her, especially since she had things moved about three or four times.

Kelligrin was content to hold and hug Nym tightly, listening to the ferret chitter as he watched his father move things. "Daddy, over there. No there! No there!" Giggling and nuzzling the ferret before yawning again.

"And it's bath time for a certain little elf." Handing Kelligrin over to Sevilin who would scrub him down just right before she began rearranging the shelves so that no toys that could potentially be hazardous were within the child's reach. "I'll get the other kids settled as well."

Malik fliped throught he book, and slid his finger down and found what he was looking for, holding the book to the book keepers face with eyes that could set fire to water.

"This sale right here. why was I not informed of it and why is it not in my personal records, but hidden in a private record of your own?"


The book keeper looked between piper, a bloody Malik, and a blood Malikhai. he visibly shivered and cringed.

"The order was taken and paid for by one of your staff, my Lord. they said it was for training and experimenting with the droag..."


"These are Calvary spears. the droag don't ride horses, and the don't use these spears. they have their own spears. and I know you know that. so that's one lie. care to try your luck again?"


The book keeper licked his lips lightly, and looked around himslef like a rat caught in a trap.

"I was given the order and told to keep it under wraps by a child of war. I was not told the details. he paid me extra to keep it under wraps so that you wouldn't know."


Malik took the book and handed it to his wife.

"So now you claim one of my breakers was paying for spears to be used by humans. now how plausible does that sound to you?"


"It's true. He said that you had gone soft, that you weren't worthy of lordship. and that he would take it from you."


"Who. I want to hear this one. what mighty breaker is thinking of turning on the hand that feeds him."

Giving a look to piper of 'this oughta be good'.

Taking the book she looked over the page a moment before Dhairiss more or less took it from her and held it for his father, snapping it shut and tucking it under his arm but still holding onto it with both hands. The child knew it was one of those time that he keep quiet and had merely taken to resting his head on his mother's shoulder. Well...this was just great, if one was thinking things and getting ideas....they had bigger problem. The story hardly made sense...after all, why use humans? Even if Malik had 'gone soft' he could still slaughter a bunch of humans no problem. "Obvioulsy someone doesn't know that doubting an enemie's courage, doubles it. Especially when he has more to loose than just his own life in the process." Lies were easy to see, or at least half truths, though Malik seemed amused to a point at that look he was giving her." Besides...breakers simply weren't that smart.

He stood there obediantly, though by now what he had done earlier was sinking in again and he was only half listening to what was going on. It was the right thing to do then? Because this all seemed to be coming to fruition from his own thoughts. But even at his age, he knew that didn't sound right. Hm...wonder what Zykariel would think of such things...often he had been known to ask his older friend about such things, even if their age difference wasn't that great.

"I'm pretty sure he'll be a handful when the time comes as well." Walking into the room and looping an arm around her waist, pulling her away from the crib and starting her out of the room, having already made his good nights he had to make sure Zahara actually went through with her vacate the baby from the nursery plan, or else she'd stand there all night. "Come on now, loitering isn't going to do you any good."