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Gion felt the coolness of the surrounding mist penetrating his skin and shivered involuntarily. He wasn't fond of this place, but it made sense that this would be where to start looking for the people who were targeting his mother.

He looked up at Yue, feeling a sense of being cut off when the portal was closed. But still.

Do you need to rest? he asked his angelic friend. You've saved us four weeks after all, we can take all the time you need to recover from using whatever energy must have been required.

Even Gion, who knew very little magic of his own, knew that any magic use required the strength of the user.

"Nephews and nieces," Sir Valdemar nodded, his eyes growing bright. He was pleased. "So the princess is settling down quite well in your world, that's good." He smiled widely. "I understand we had a visit from one of hers several years back, but we didn't know how many she had then. Six? That's wonderful."

Indeed it was. The poor princess was going through something very similar to what he himself had gone through at the time of the separation of the races, though on a smaller and yet far more personal scale. As poor a student as she had been during her brief stay here (attention-wise, for she was quite a bright student when she applied herself, he thought) he had always hoped that she would find something more.

"Would you possibly do me the favour of sending her my greetings and congratulations?" he asked Lin, looking down at her warmly.

"I would," Lin replied back munching a bit more, she doubted she could finish all of that, her stomach wasn't big enough for that, "She would like that I think."

She nodded thoughtfully a that, just imagine what Elnara would think! Then again Elnara didn't know she thought that some others were here too.

"So..." she paused realizing there wasn't much more to that topic, "What do you do?"

Yue took a seat and rested himself, it was cool, but not in a comforting way, perhaps because it was too wet, or just because of the landscape. Even one covered in ice was better than this he thought.

Mia on the other hand wasn't so much distrubed by the scenery in fact she seemed to be staring off into the fog. Not that she had any reason to, but it was a perfect place to stare really.

"I am the nation's historian," Sir Valdemar replied easily, reaching for his mug and taking a long drink. He set it down once more and continued. "Considering the fact that I am the oldest remaining elf, it makes the most sense for me. Besides that, I'm no fighter," he added dryly. "Given the need, I can fight, but I have little skill and no desire for it."

Indeed, it was through no skill of his own that he was still alive, or by luck, after all the wars he had lived through.

"So you write everything down in books?" Lin asked, since that would to her seem to be the most logicial conclusion of what a historian did.

She could undestand that... kind of, after all not all of her brothers and sisters liked to fight. She got up and toddled over to her mug peering into it, where was a straw when you needed one.

Donovan eyed the land warily, he didn't like this place, it was the kind of place the old people talked about for ghost stories. He grumbled about it all being a pain in the butt, as he rose from his seat.

"I'm going to find a place to get out of these damn shoot me now white silks," he muttered as he took his bag.

White shirts were one thing, but this was just a bit much.

"Not everything," Sir Valdemar replied hesitantly. "There are many things that cannot be reavealed. But much, yes. That which is important. I penned most of the books in Her Majesty's library, but I also travel and learn more ... though I have to admit, I'm running out of things to learn. In addition to being a historian, however, I am also the tutor for all of the Aldrich children. I taught them all, right from the first generation ... at least, those who grew up at the palace."

He nodded slowly, thinking back through the generations of Aldriches he had taught ... so many ... so many ...

He noticed Lin contemplating the mug that was nearly the same size as she was, and raised one hand, beckoning for a member of the kitchen staff. He called out a request, and a moment later an egg-sized cup was brought out for her.

"Is this better?" he asked kindly, scooping some of her drink into the tiny cup and holding it out for her.