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Issildia saw to it that Khastur's wound had completely healed before departing towards the Tower of Vestain. It was as she entered the obsidian gates of the Tower that she found Luin Ryera standing only a matter of feet within the threshold looking at her darkly. "It seems you held up your end of the agreement as well" he said eerily.
"So it would seem" Issildia said bitingly.
Luin only laughed slightly at this, "We are not the monsters you believed we were...perspective is the key to understanding...though I think you have come to realize that of late."
Issildia glared at him," I have never harbored any ill will towards your people...it is your ways that I do not condone...and your previous alliance with my father. Why did you become allies with him?"

Luin's dark green eyes flickered up to meet hers, "Because it served my purpose." he said simply.

"Which was?"

Luin smirked, "Of the many thing that it accomplished I think that the most subtle or perhaps the most obvious is that it allowed you to realize that this word is not built upon absolutes...no one person can be completely good or completely evil....we can commit dark deeds Issildia, but we can never become truly evil..."
"You thought that you understood this concept Issildia, but you have only begun to grasp it...though it is more that I can say for your father." he added.

"Still, when the time comes you will understand" as he said this, Luin stepped back then turned to walk out into the main encampment of his soldiers.


Issildia stood there in silence for a moment before turning to ascend a nearby stair that led to where Streak waited. As she neared the small chamber where Streak was Issildia suddenly heard another voice within the chamber other than that of Streak. The only words she caught were, Morier...and...Lord Nevar.
As Issildia entered the room her hand casually crept to rest on the hilt of her blade, now distrustful of her comrade.

"Streak," she said carefully, "Now tell me what happened after the battle in the forgotten wild, Archer and I fled to Altera to seek the aid of Luin Ryera to free you from the necromancer, we heard no news of you until this day, so I would like to know what has transpired thus far."

"I find that trust comes with truth Streak." Issildia said skeptically, "You disappeared for little over four days and that is all you can remember? If so then yes I suppose I trust you, for now...but trust if a fleeting thing should it be bound in lies, as I have most recently learned from the Ryera." she said eyeing him carefully.

"Still it is good to have you back." she finished with a slight smirk

Kuchane returned, two soldiers on his right shoulder, held by his arm, three more drug by his other hand. They were the assassins from earlier. He through them down the stairs, and laughed "Your first little snack master, mortals who caused me pain. They are assassins, but were dealt with easily."

Archer had been sleeping in the tower, sitting with his head against a wall. He was out of eyesight from anyone.

"Let me continue, my liege, and not flatter me." He bowed, and blurred again, grabbing the soldiers bodies. There were literally hundred s of them, and he grabbed five or six at a time, piling up a good hundred, before panting, and resting his hands on his knees, at the top of the stairs.

Kuchane smiled, and stood straight, looking enviously over the vines "Some of this.... is now mine." He thought enviously, and as he sat on a branch of wood, thought of hs brother

Archer woke with a fright, a nightmare consuming his dreams. He rose, and cracked the knuckles of his hands, and looked around. He knew not what any of the writing in this particular room was.

Streak breathed a silent sigh of relief and smiled back. He then thought of things that needed answering.
"Have you any idea what this Necromancer has been doing will I've been away?" Streak asked. He was careful not to say Morier.

Issildia's gaze hardened as she turned away, not having the heart to tell him that the necromancer and she had fought and of the consequences of the battle. "Nothing that you should worry yourself with..." she said as she began to step towards the stair well that led back to the ground floor of the Tower.
"And Streak...if there is any information that you have neglected to mention...that happens to lead to the peril of those I consider comrades...I will do what is necessary."
She glanced back at him a subtle threat reflected in her gaze, "I brought you back from the brink of Death...make no mistake...I can send you back..."

Issildia then turned to descend the stairs leaving him to ponder her words.

As Issildia slowly descended the steps she was attempting to discern where Streak's loyalties were placed. He should have remembered more of the last few days, when they had departed from the Forgotten Wild near the ruins of Anier ,he still had a day left until the possession had resumed, he should have remembered more... This simple fact had already led Issildia to believe that Streak could no longer be trusted, and the voices that she had heard before entering the room had only confirmed this theory.
Issildia decided that should would wait for the proper moment to deal with him. His fate would be decided by his future decisions, and Issildia would be keeping a sharp eye on him from now on.