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Yue nodded at that, it looked like things were settled, they were on their way to figuring out who these people were, and Elnara would get visitors in the future. It all looked good.

Though there would be no end of trouble for back home as other things were brewing, specfically in the castle portal. Where, to the 'persuation' of Lin, she had gotten Nina's help to go through the portal door. The little girl who packed her favourite things along with 'provisions' so she would find her Daddy. She had been pouty that her Daddy left her alone, so she was going to find him. The resourceful Second had used Nina, the ever eager kirin to help her reach the door to open it. Hence they were now wandering in the maze, with Lin riding Nina.

Elrohir rubbed at the back of his neck self-consciously. He couldn't go along, and he knew it might make him apear unwilling to help - which was far from the case.

"Nako's forbidden me," he replied in embarrassment. "I have to go back to the castle when you leave for your journey."

Earendil was bored. Fourteen years old now, he was growing close to being an adult - but not so close that he had more freedom than a child. What he thought wasn't fair was that Tinuviel, who was only nine years old, had been able to sneak away with Daeron - granted, Daeron at least had had permission - to go visit their distant relatives in the Borderlands, as well as their Nako. A letter had arrived that morning from Ulani and Ulrich, informing the boys of their grandmother's return, and despite Ruel's vehement refusals to let any of them visit, Luthien had given Daeron her permission, and Tinuviel had sneaked along.

Well, he figured, someone had to cover for her until they were far enough away to discourage any pursuit. And he knew exactly how she had gotten out of the castle undetected.

Too bad he couldn't do the same.

As it was, he had decided to spend the afternoon in the labyrinth. He knew the catacombs as well as he knew the rest of the castle - and why not? After all, he had spent most of his childhood playing in them, and he had known them inside out by the time he was two years old. And now here he was - fourteen years old, six foot three (granted, he did still have time to grow), and quite different from how he had appeared as a child. His hair, blacker than night, was as long as any woman's - down to his waist, longer when wet - and kept loose. His facial features had thinned as he had grown, and there were some who would describe him as angular. His physique of course was the biggest change - and not only in height. Like his brother and his missing uncle, who he barely remembered now, he had spent his entire life in training, fighting and building up his strength and speed. Like any elf, he was skilled in tracking, stealth, hiding ... and just about anything else.

Still, today it benefited him nothing.

He sighed and continued his wandering. He had always been envious of Daeron and his visits with their grandmother, but even now he didn't expect things to change.

"We'll be pushing it once we reach the twenty five day mark," Donovan supplied for Triton, "That, is though just a guess, but about twenty-five days per day, it's probably less than that."

Since he simply guessed the amount of days in a year, it was probably less than twenty-five days though.

Nadya closed her eyes and lost herself completely to her visions once she had that information safely tucked away.

"The space of eighty days," she murmured, almost in a whisper, "will take us to the end of the next month ..."

She directed her thoughts - or tried to anyways - towards the men who tormented her future mother-in-law so. They were everywhere ...

"So many," she sighed, opening her eyes. She looked at Donovan. "This task will not be accomplished with one trip. They are spread throughout the Four Lands. However, if it is the man behind it all that you want, then your time limit should be feasable."

Should, of course, being the key word. But with her along to help them, it was more than possible: it was probable.

"Just give me the leader," Donovan replied grimly, "Screw the time limit, even if there is a lot of people spread about, get rid of the leader and it'll take them quite a while to sort it out, and if it's organized crime the next leader might not find it worth his profit to torment Serenity. Though just in case we'll try to give an incentive that it's not profitable."

Even if the person tried there was no promise the next person could lead just as well, if they were spread out over, it would take quite a while.

"Besides, I'll be back," he raised a brow, "I have very well good permission to have this as my hunting grounds now."

"Even if we get their leader," Nadya pointed out, "it will take time for news of his death to reach down the ranks and out through the land. It would be a long time before the rest of them even consider stopping what they're doing. And even then, many of them will continue on. Whether it is because that is what they like to do, or if they think they can make it profitable for themselves, or if they simply know no other way of life, they will continue."

Though she was glad, secretly, that he would be able to come back. She only hoped he would come soon enough, considering the considerable time difference between the two worlds.

"Okay...." Donovan drummed his fingers on the table.

This wasn't going to be easy, stupid snail mail... wait... their mail must be slower... stupid so-slow-snail-mail-it-might-as-well-go-backwards.

"We can't go tracking all over the country side, and it isn't even the idea of getting them to stop," he explained to Nadya, "These people work in huge fricken groups, they shouldn't be unless they're specifically trained to do so, which under normal circumstances that is a no. It's really having nothing to do with getting them to stop, but to distrupt them so they can't get their act together. I'm not expecting them to stop that would be too much to ask for."

Why did everyone think he was looking for the best possibile outcome? He was not an oppomistic dammit, of course they weren't going to stop it suggested they had brains.

"Besides, they are tracking Serenity because of good organization," he added as an after thought, "People aren't normally that smart... anyhow, the next best possible... temporary solution is to just simply kill and leave a few survivors to any group we happen to run across on our way there."