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Arthur paused for a moment, will Isle want to continue this with him or will she just pull back and he would have to wait for another day? This was going through his brain because he finds Isle to be so different than anyone he has ever met before while living down here, her skills in magic and music, her sword skills and cooking skills, plus she has a good sense of humor and of course her beauty is just as amazing as anything else he liked about her. So when she leaned in and kissed him back he knew that it had finally come together, so slowly he kissed back those soft lips as his hands began to move, one going to the back of her head while the other move to support her back, and of course he had to be very careful with the way he moved, he didn't want Isle to fall off and land on the deck or anything now would he? So as he kissed the elf Arthur held her a little more closer to his own body then his hands started to move, well at least one of them as they went for her capes, he wanted to get them off but since there is two of them it was going to be fun.

"You wanted a deal with Puria, didn't you?" The druid replied.

"I have. to which twice I'm been told to mind my own buisness, and once insulted to the liek that I had no clue how to handle or predict an orcish army's plans."

A small smirk.

"So they want to deal now? whatever changed thier minds?"

"Because it is a time for such a thing." The elf was surprised at how long it took malik to respond to the simple statement. "You don't seem to know what the Purians want, and have a history of offering us stuff we dont want or need."

"So, in the slow druidic way, my superiors debated the subject for six years and decided that one of use, me, should come here to be a liaison to you so that you can make sure we can come to some kind of aggrement that doesn't make either of us do something we don't want to do... For example, we don't want to see you sign a deal with King Jiscal that allows his soldeirs to use the perimiter of our land as a marching camp that might come in to finish what King Dimitri started three decades ago."

"So, The Council wants me to stay here, and then turn into a bird and fly to them if you want us to do something, and they can tell me how to respond. In exchange, I get to sit here and keep my ears open incase you want to do something like... Raise an army of undead minions to crush puria into a fine mush. You wouldn't be required to let me into any secret locations or meetings, but hanging around the hallways and stuff would be ok." In otherwords, a man inside the castle to open the gates so to speak.

"On top of that, I can assist in defending your home." The druid of Justice was not one to be too idle. "I am the Second Malitia, and I think I can be of great service to you.. and disserve to any uppity king who wants his Castle back."

Zahara helped Piper stand up and kept her steady supporting her weight while she swayed. "Steady..." Last thing she needed was for Piper to fall on her a** and get eaten by something in the Underdark. "Let me see..." Zahara reached and felt the bump that had been caused and her fingers came away sticky. "Hold still." Zahara pulled out a piece of cloth from an obscure pocket and dabbed it against the wound before using her magic to close it up. At least now she wouldn't be leaking anymore. She glanced up as the stallion convinced the mare to run off with him. "There they both go..." A shake of her head. "I guess we're both walking back."

Zykariel almost went after Malikhai when he saw him walk away all upset. He glanced at Daddy and shrugged. "He's got a real sword now Daddy. Why would he want to play with a wooden one with me? That's going to be a baby game to him now and I don't want to be told I'm being a baby."

Heh even though when he was with Zahara he had barely anything to remove when they slept together that didn't mean that his fingers weren't quick enough to remove more clothing, especially when it came to belts. Though once he got the belt that held her sword on undone he slowly pulled it away as Isle removed her capes and his vest which allowed her a better look, but he was careful when he placed it on the ground he didn't want to just drop it cause maybe Isle might get mad at him. But once it was settled on the ground the elf went back to business but was suddenly stopped by Isle when she told him to wait, so he did until she was able to position her self so that she was more comfortable. "Your right it is..." He said with a light grin as he leaned forwards as he tried to steady himself on the hammock, well after a little bit of maneuvering he had positioned himself a bit over Isle but was able to mantian his balance; grinning lightly the elf kissed her lips again as he tugged on her flute that laid on her waist, it was time that this came off. So slowly he undid the straps that held the flute in place then put it as before he looked at the elf with a small grin as he reached down and grabbed one of her legs, beings very careful Arthur leaned back and pulled the leg backwards so he could see her feet. Smiling lightly he began to take off her boots until there was nothing but bare toes in front of him.

"Time. I hear that word far too often from druidic types, and far too often thier 'time' runs out before they are prepared for it. So you're to be thier spy. informing on my doings that may or may not bode ill for them, and my liason if I request things. hardly befitting a Druid of Justice, I would imagine."

Though malik moved to a seat, sitting back and looking much the lord of the manor. though a glower at the Jiscal thing.

"I have no intention of allowing Jiscal anywhere near my home. I trust that human as far as I can throw an ogre. I've known humanity, and it's rulers, far too long for that. Already I imagine, he's finding his resources newly strained trying to goad and procure this grand senatorial alliance. people flooding to the 'center of the republic'. He'll turn his attention to new lands for his peoples needs."

A lean forward.

"The Purian Penninsula is a rich land for crops. your druids make sure of that. the forest beyond what you have called 'Orcfell Pass' rich in timber, as well as my back territory. He'll want here first. it's close and readily available."

Steepling his hands and leaning back.

"Part of my original alliance agreements was if you allied with me, you forsook Jiscal. why do you think I would change that? and after the first failed attempt, then Orcfell Pass where my help was brushed aside and I was turned down again for alliance. But I imagine you want secrets. here's one. the orc legions was my creation. not intentionally. the necromancer that disobeyed my orders has since been...dealt with. My intention was to harvest intulectual gains from my native plane's orcs, which woudl grant these orcs some sembelance of military persuassion. not to transfer a soul directly for a powermad and bloodlusting orc emperor and his underlings into new flesh."

"Then they would be my new 'allies'. little more than slave labor, but strong enough to keep my borders toward your lands well and plenty safe. The outcome was not what was hoped, and the souls that were used have since been returned to thier place of origin."

Then Malik got up.

"I have already forged an alliance with one of your Elders, on his own volition. if you will adhere to his agreement, we are fine. if you wish to forge a new agreement, then we can do so. But a liason with access to my inner walls, with myself only granted the opportunity to 'request' things, doesn't sit well with me. something more tangible to my end is required before I allow a liason living quarters in my fortress."

Of course, never mind that Elder was one of his new dragonic allies in fleshy form. it bore the name, it was sealed, and unless they had found something out, then it was binding as far as Malik was aware.

It was oh so amusing, this hammock thing...though slightly frustrating a bit. But she put it out of her mind right now, still contemplating things in her head for the moment, watching somewhat as he took her flure and set it aside as well. Though a raise of an eyebrow as he took to her boots and socks. So, he undressed women the proper way did he? Interesting to just see what he was doing. "Don't even think about tickling...I kick." Just resting back with that little seductive look, almost eager to see what steps he would take next. Had been a while since she let a man be in charge of things. And he was just so cute.

She waved a dismissive hand. "I'm fine." A little sigh but she let Zahara pretend nothing was wrong as well between them and let her help out even if Piper didn't need the help. Or at least thought she didn't. Yeah that was fun...now it was time for a nice long walk home...though they'd have to untack those horses and Piper would just make some notes.

Sevilin sighed and crossed his arms, leaning on his shoulder on the wall for a moment. He honestly didn't see how Malik did it. Sure he loved to spend time with his son but he was at the boys beck and call and frankly run ragged. However Malik did it, he was going to have to learn how to do it too...he wasn't surviving too well.

He was eating cookies like a broken hearted man sipped his ale. He wasn't happy at the moment, but he was more or less telling himself to get over it and the cookies were helping. But his attention turned up from his blade and the current cookie he was nibbling on to Zykariel as he plopped down and asked for one. He nodded and pushed the plate so that it was sitting between them.