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" Ok." The wateriod evaporated. The accumlation of fear in the druid caused the wateriod to be summoned, with only that fear in mind. The wateriod used scattered information to form a hypothosis and acted upon what it cotrived to be the best course of action. It has no brain and only existed via emotional enduaracne. Cognitive thought streamed from the unconsious mind of the summoner, who only wanted to know that he was not sending his nephew to his death. He would never be consious of the actual summoning or the events, but would not hold so much anxiety about sending his only family to such a forboding place now because his fears were answered by a trusting voice.

Arthur opened his one eye and looked around, oh thank the gods it gone that damn thing didn't even know what the hell it was talking about and it ignored him twice when he gave the creature the answer it needed! "I swear it feels like my brain has been damaged all over..." He muttered and sighed lightly, squeezing his eye shut before opening it again to see Isle handing him a shot glass; grabbing it the elf downed his drink and then grabbed the bottle, chugging it back for a few seconds before handing it back to the elf. "I really needed that..." He muttered with a soft sigh as he rested into the hammock a little bit more.

Arthur felt a little better, the rum had warmed him up a little and he hoped that in reverie he wouldn't have to experience this over again and the worse thing was that the mood that was being set before was ruined by that damn creature, would he even be able to try and get close to Isle again? He was willing to try and the hammock was going to give him some opportunity to do so but now...he just wished they picked a different date to come out here. But when Isle told him to sit up he opened his eye and looked at her with a raised eyebrow, but why the hell not things couldn't get any better; so with a small groan the elf sat up in the hammock, being careful of how it swayed, and looked at the elf with a tilt of his head. "Yes? what is it Isle?"

Arthur watched Isle lightly, even though the little pain they had to go through she still looked as beautiful as ever to im, maybe it was the rum but he felt just a tiny bit dizzy...or it was maybe the hammock who knows? But he was surprised when she just reached out to him and suddenly took of his eyepatch, why would she do that? She knew it was a personal issue with him so why would she...wait now she was taking off her gloves, huh something's up. So the elf stared on as Isle reached forwards and ran her blue fingers through his hair, at that motion his eyes closed slightly and the scratching made it feel better; but she got him when she went for his ears, they were so sensitive and she got a light groan from him when she began to massage them. His eyes were now fully closed at the feeling, and boy was she making him feel good right now, but even when she moved on down to his neck and shoulders it didn't take away what he felt before, and he felt wonderful right now. "Isle...why are you...doing this...?" He muttered before taking a small breath before relaxing a little, her fingers felt so good.

Arthur blinked a few times and opened his eye slightly to look at the elf in front of him, she called him captain again that was nice but she knows how he feels about it and yet it seemed that he didn't mind it at all really. "You got a...point there...Isle..." He managed to say as he felt her fingers move down from his shoulder then to his biceps then she started all over again! Well of course right when she hit his ears he couldn't help himself, he just felt so good at the moment. But when she pulled away he was able to regain his senses and look at Isle with a small blush, the feeling was too good for him and yet he wouldn't of minded more. "No...no you can if you want to...I'm just a little surprised that you are doing this that's all..." He looked at her with a light grin and chuckled lightly. Arthur then reached up and touched her cheek lightly with his fingertips, and slowly they moved across her skin and then pulled back the lavender strands so he could watch those teal eyes, the light from one of the lamps made a nice glow in them. His gaze lowered as his hand went around her face and cupped her chin lightly, his thumb running over her cheek a little bit. He didn't need to say no words, his look, his touch, his movements all described to Isle what he was feeling, and what he maybe thinking about her. Slowly the elf leaned forwards but steadied himself a little on the hammock then after a moment he was able to lean forward and finally kiss those lips again before pulling away just a little, he wanted to see her reaction, to see if she wanted this go on between them.

Malik looked up, and nodded, taking the pages and looking them over, though his gaze moved to Zykariel. he coudl guess the boys thoughts from his reaction to Malikhai's sword.

"I have things made for you Zykariel. but it is up to your father to give permission for them. and Malikhai is not allowed to take the metal blade from down here, nor is he allowed down here without adult supervision."

which ment playing any and all games they used to was still good.

"These look like they will be fine. However..we have another visitor."

Runics where great. not to mention the Ogre standing by the enterance now with that 'do I eat it or let it in' look. which got a gesture and the Ogre went to let the other elf in, with instructions to wait in the lounging area for the master's presence.

"Okay Sevilin, you set this up, and we'll work with this. and don't inform our new allies about it. I don't want them interested in why we're putting up defenses."

A look down at Malikhai.

"go put up your weapon, and you and Zykariel can go play, while I talk to our new guest."

Which got Malik shooing everyone out of the arena and heading to the lounge for this new guest.

The druid merely shrugged and obeyed the request to wait in the Lounge. It was a nice room. It looked welcoming. He guessed. This druid really wasn't much for the great indoors, or outdoors... He looked about again with a weary eye. This place was nicer than most caverns in the dark. One rumor scratched. Malik did not decorate his halls with the hides of the people he killed. It was very clean, very very clean.