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Torvil let out a faux sigh, "I suppose," He chuckled before stealing a kiss and letting his arms slide from around her, tickling her side a bit as they passed. "She might like to meet you, I don't know, her mother was not much part of her life, and my second wife and here, well, they got along alright I guess, though I think Torvina might have broken contact sooner than I ever did,"

Pulling slowly away from Morgana it was tempting to say no, but right now he knew he couldn't deny her the chance. Offering her his hand he slowly pulled the curtain aside.

Torvil let out a gentle growl, and then chuckled, leading her out and taking a right turn down the first hall. "I'll hold you to that," He smirked, kissing the back of her hand, letting his voice tease.

Turning left he stopped in front of a door, and he knocked on the wall, drawing a loud deep thump.

Vel stuck her head out of the doorway, brushing the curtain aside with her hand, and smiled. "Well now, I hadn't expected to see you two so soon, do you want your things now? I will get Tok and he'll get the boys."

Torvil chuckled, having almost forgotten his aunt's promise, "Go ahead and have them bring the things, I need to find Torvina, do you know where she is staying as of late?"

"Ah, yes I do, she goes by Whisper now, all the way in the back," Vel seemed not so... up telling him.

"Alright, thank you, there is a candle on in my room, so Tok and your sons shouldn't have too much trouble, but go ahead and bring a lantern," Torvil said with a light smile.

"I'll do that, you should have everything you need when you return, have a good night Torvil," Vel smiled, "And you Morgana," She said with chuckle, before bowing her head and turning back into the chamber.

Torvil smiled, "My favorite aunt," He chuckled, before turning and heading deeper and deeper into the caves, the only light was that of guttering torches, and even those cave off very little. Finally Torvil took one from off the wall, and whispering a short prayer to hawk, fed the flame a little more oxygen weaving the air in so as to feed the flame, not put it out. Taking Morgana's hand again, he reached a dark antechamber. Holding the torch high to give light, there was the sound of whisking fabric.

"Hello, Whisper?" Torvil called out, "It's your father, Torvil..."

There was only silence.

"Dos vel'uss kl'ae l' Rivvin Ooble' ulu udossta Jabbress, Telanth dosst kaas lu' telanth dosst sanrr whol lac'nou ilta, h'uena mzild, wun l' Seke Ooble'." A deep voice spoke from the darkness, "Telanth, xor udos orn elgg l' draa d' dos vel'klar dos fre'sla."

Torvil tensed, but took a deep breath. "Usstan tlun Torvil, Ilharn d' Whisper, vel'uss' Seke kaas zhah Torvina, Usstan lac ulu telanth xuil dosst Jabbress, xun naut kuuv ulu ilkalik ussta i'dol, xor xun jivviim ulu ussta M'ranndii, xor dos zhal tlu l' ussen ulu el, zhaun nindel ussta yorn ghil zhah gareth, lu' zhal'la jivviim doer ulu uns'aa, naut tangis' dosst Jabbress zhal dormagyn dos, Ilythiiri, rothe d' thalack dos xal tlu." His tone was harsh and biting, and casting down his torch quickly, he fed as much oxygen into it as he could to cause a bright flash of light, revealing two hooded black forms in the back of the room, before a wooden door, covering their eyes from the bright flash.

"Our apologies," one said, before moving forwards to take the dead torch, and relighting it, then moving around to light the torch. "Whisper does not like much to be disturbed when she is in study... Her husband sent us out here to stand watch this night, to keep her from being bothered."

Torvil grunted and quickly moved to wrap his arms around Morgana. "Morgana..." He said gently, trying to get her to focus on him. He had forgotten perhaps in his haste to see his daughter, that there might be Drow with her. Whisper's husband was Drow, and it stood to reason that some of the Drow that had been captured during the wars had stayed with them to stay alive. Loyalty was not a Drow trait, but Whisper had... Ways.

Torvil moved quickly, pulling Morgana past the two Drow and through the door, opening it quickly and then moving in, closing it behind them, and leaning on it so that Morgana could not get past them to attack the Drow.

"Ah, Torvil, I heard you'd returned," A deep male voice said, warm and kind. Torvil looked up and almost swore.

"Hello Joman," Torvil said, standing up straight, and keeping a hand on Morgana at all time. "How are you"

"Good, good," Joman chuckled, his dark skin gleaming with a light sheen of sweat in the lamplight, this room looked more modernly furnished, and it looked like Joman had just come from his study/training room. "Whisper, they did tell you Torvina goes by that now right? Whisper is doing well, she's studying right now, but I can get her if you'd like. I try to avoid it when she's in there... Stray fireballs and all that,"

Torvil had to suppress a rather deep growl when she bit his neck and taking a deep breath he nodded slowly. "I see, I will go find her, I will talk to you later Joman,"

Joman nodded and turned quickly, having noticed who was on Trovil's arm, or rather, what. It was another kind of elf, and if he knew anything, they would not get along, it saddened him, but maybe... No, he doubted it very much. Opening the door he slid back into his study.

"He's gone now Morgana..." Torvil said slowly, trying to keep from growling.

Torvil nodded slowly, his face was stony, not cold, but hard. His hand moved to take hers and he pressed her hand against the bite she'd left on his neck. "Yes, there... were Drow here, but the Dragons drove them deeper into the caves, an eventually out of the area entirely, save for a few surivors, who for the most part have gotten along peaceably with us. I'm not saying that they are trusted and welcome with open arms, but they have proven to be... amicable allies in times of need. When the Ravens attacked us, Drows came to our aid and at night would strike in the dark when the Ravens were not expecting attack. If it were not for their help, the Cliffs would not be as you see them now, I am not without understanding Morgana," Slowly letting go of her hand realizing he might be squeezing it a bit too hard he let it go, before turning to look at her.

"I really love you, and I mean that Morgana, and being with me means that... In your life, there will be Drow, not many, but some... I trust Joman with my life, with my Daughter's life, my FIRST daughter's life, he has not proven me wrong in placing that trust. But enough," He waved a hand, cutting off any potential argument from Morgana. "You can speak to him later," That was not an if, it was a when, and his voice said so. "Let's go see my daughter now." Turning towards a door that was etched in runes he stopped and looked along it, chuckling a little before reaching for the knob and pulling it open.

The stray fireball struck him about two inches above his stomach right about square in the chest, and sent him flying about a foot, before he landed with a loud swear on his a**.

"Erg, nope it's fine, just need a new shirt is all," Torvil said with a chuckle as he brushed what remained of his shirt off his chest, and slid out of the rest. Slowly he got to his feet, and grunted, touching the slight sunburn now on his chest. "Ugh, that'll sting tomorrow..." He chuckled, rolling his shoulder as he looked inside the room again. "Hello Whisper,"

Whisper had been sitting at her desk looking over a tome up until her door had opened during the release of her spell, smiling weakly she lowered her head, "Sorry dad," He said.

Her hair was Silver and her eyes were a deep, deep red. She seemed deathly pale, in fact, she was paler than Morgana ever could have dreamed of being. Her lips were shockingly red however, and her eyes seemed to have this 'quality' to them, a sort of draw.

She wore a long black robe with a hood that came attached with a heavy black veil. The hood was down, so horns very much like her father's could be seen. Turning her eyes to Morgana when she came into view, she smiled, exposing the fangs her mother had given her, and curtsied slightly. "I don't believe we've met, I'm Whisper, Magess of The Cliffs."