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She nodded, she'd quite had that idea herself, though she had thought she'd be able to do a bit more than she could. Scribing runes didn't look hard but then most magics didn't. Of course studying was a large part of it. That old mantra 'crawl befor eyu can walk and walk before you can run' was a basic and integral part of any magic usage and tutelage. "In other words, I need you to do anything and Malik just has to get over the fact that I'm not going to become a Master in one day, right?" A small chuckle, "I have an absurd feeling that he may have purposely asked so much just to see me fail. Gives him a great laugh." But she sobered slightly and bowed her head. "Thank you Sevilin, for showing me somewhat of what I can do. Thank you for teaching me, however unwillingly you are."

A raised eyebrow, why was he being so hostile? Oh yes, because he didn't like her, didn't like the position he was put in and didn't like her. Well that was fine she didn't like him either. So she simply tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and nodded. There was nothing left to say really and nothing much left to do so she said, "Well we have a busy day tomorrow and I have some more packing to do. I'll see you later Sevilin." Another nod and a pet for Nym and Zahara left to go wash off the blood on her arm and prepare for the journed on the morrow. She had to reverie as well and all that would take time.

What a lovely keep, designed by some of the most paranoid minds in all the Labyrinth. This castle was built fifty miles north, north east of Honoursfield and between two stalag(mites). The structure was built to resist the mighty blows of Storm Giants, fourty foot tall men with a taste for blungetting. The general shape of the building was the same simple cone of many a stalag(tite) with two outer rings encircling the base. Each ring was adorned with all of the familiar anti-climbing lizard defenses and widened with ramparts. The rings was enhanced by the pressence of towers which were about twice the hight of the wall. The ring system was only five miles in circumfrance. There was no gate or any pretence of a door, but along the souther face of the rings, a point with four torches burnining at what would appear to be a square patter on the outside of the ring. Above this sequence, stood Sstrl and a high elf archer named Elric. The rings were consecrated with the powers of several gods and goddesses, preventing undead energies from entering the rings or approching from withing the sphereical range covered by the rings. The consecration destroys undead coporeal forms.

Passed these secondary defenses, the primary being so secret that not even the builders knew about them, was the castle itself. It also had no door. The entire base of the complex was decorated with runes and other magical symbols designed for various purposes. The inner chambers of the castle could not be penetrated by phasing, teleportation, summoning doorways, summoning gates, wishings, miracles, alterations, time vortexes, tesseracting, and ninety-nine percent of all other magical transportational means. The interrior of the castle was also protected from most simple spellcasting in many but not all of the rooms. The main foyer was actually adorned with a Wild Magic Zone, where every spell would be altered by the atmosphere to become a random other spell. A simple light spell in this room could explode into a flash of deadly lightning centred on the caster should he attempt such a thing.

The undertunnels of the complex had been dug out an prepaired to prevent tunneling creature's from simply wondering into the basement of the complex. The majority of these were filled with natureally occuring toxic gases, of the none exploding variety. Some nasty creatures were also gathered to live in this rather unsavory tunnel system, which only spread out for ten miles underneath the keep. The creatures remained near the basement because the occassional meal was provided for them. The basement itself was actually built to provide the castle with extra support, should part or the whole of the basement collapse. The structures were buttressed with reliefs and other supports which could hold the heavy building up indefinately.

The castle chambers themselves were designed in a very paranoid drow way. The rooms had no doors or windows, and illumination was only avalible in specific rooms. The interrior was decorated with a variety of stone statues and friezes. The ground was covered with marble tiles, each one suposively enchanted but highly that was unlikely. The rooms were disconnected, except for a few with a non-disclosed location in the complex that were specifically designed for easy, human living. There were several hot springs located throughout the castle, none of which were natural. Using pipes and vents, heat from benethe the castle was transfered to these specific points.

Air shafts were present throughout the castle. They allowed accumulated heavy toxic gasses to flow freely into the basement, defeating most magical cloud attacks (should the other protections fail) as well as any natural gases that might be introduced into the castle. Strategically placed and protected braizers of air were used to provide the castle with fresh, and clean, air. These braizers also purified the oxygen.

The magical fields of this castle are not hidden or even shrunk. The radiant magics extended well beyond the realm of Deep Water, like a beacon daring invaders to attack. The rings had ten visible guards, all drow male soldiers wearing Legioneer armour, holding the body shields and the customary javelins. They were placed around the ring, as to watch outwards. They seemingly never moved nor did they burn any torches or use any decernable light sources.

Meilikki stood in the room she always stood in, looking straight on but not exactly sure what she was supposed to be looking at. She had only a vauge sense of the new castle's overall structure, and though she'd most lickly never see it, she was starting to wish she could. Archeticture would have been an interest, had she eyes.

"I'm assuming it's big. And it probably doesn't look like any human castle." She said to Tarathiel, when he entered.

"That is good to know."

"I won't complian until I trip over a chair that isn't in it's rightful place." She smiled, felt a little dizzy after the transportation. She pat the dragon on whatever surface area her hand could reach, she wasn't really sure where except that it might have been near a leg, or stomach. But she didn't tihnk mattered. With Tarathiel's help she was on the dragon's back.

"Comfort calss, or fist class?" Refering to the dragon's mouth.

"What a lovely class." She smiled at Lavi, as Tanundra might have done the same thing, except not out loud. She always enjoyed rides, and this one was too short. But then again, she was nervous about entering a new home, and had hoped the flight might prolong it somewhat.

She listened to the excahnge, not really concerend with any of it. Tarathiel helped her to dismount. "A tour can always wait. It will take me some time just to learn my own quarters anyway."

She gave him a bit of a look here, uncertain what to think of that comment. She waved as he left, and sighed.

"I can understand, I'm sure. Things are starting to come to a head." She rolled a stone around in her palm, one she had held onto during the flight for fear that she would somehow lose it on the way.

"I have no desire to leave, so that is one thing the Captain can stop worrying about." She followed Sstrl, although her steps were somewhat staggered. There were few people she trusted enough to guid her blindly, so to speak. Sstrl, as gentle as he seemed, was not one of them.