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Wrapping little fingers around Meilikki's own she slipped off the bed and started to lead since there was no stated objection from the woman. And when there wasn't a verabl objection or protest, well to children that was an absolute agreement and they were right.

But a nod as she started leading Meilikki from the room, slowly of course, knowing now that the woman had once been blind and wasn't used to a lot of things. And she barely left her room so she wouldn't be used to a lot of the fortress either.

"Nope, it's not. But that's how it's supposed to be because those are just stories." Well at least he child knew the boundry between reality and fantasy. "Don't worry Meilikki, I have plenty for you to borrow some."

It was slow going, but unlike other excited children, Keely didn't complain once about it, nor tug faster or try to push Meilikki along, let her take her pace as she wanted and she was merely the hand to hold the Meilikki needed to help her get through the place.

A look at the door before she pushed it open with one hand then a smile up to Meilikki with a little laugh. "Ah don't worry about it. It's on the house this time. Friends don't make other friends pay for certain things. This is one of those things. Just squeeze my hand when you get scared, that will make it better."

Thus she eased Meilikki out the fortress. She was careful with the woman, trying to pick the smoothest paths that lead to where the rocks grew different and kind of glittery. She didn't know who Meilikki was looking for, but she knew that this was where she always looked, so it had to be around here somewhere.

"Everyone needs friends, even the people who are bad have them. Can't survive without someone else..." Perhaps she didn't understand how profound a statement that indeed was, but that was what she had said regardless as she led Meilikki on, only squeezing back on the hand she held in a form of support.

Watching Meilikki sink down to her knees, Keely rocked on her heels slightly and then looked back to Meilikki. "I know you don't like to have your eyes open when you move about, but you have to get used to it. Just take baby steps."

"Going slow all the time isn't fun...sometimes fast is really fun and even better." Though there were times for slow...like when one was eating icecream. Yes, that was a good time to go slow in eating the treat. A child's mind, how wonderful.

But she merely stood there next to Meilikki, letting the woman have her time, her own eyes roaming over the metals and gems...she didn't see much of these things so close. Last piece of fine metal she had been close to was her collar that was long gone by now.

"Some decisions aren't left to us who are mortal." The line sounded memorized and she recited it as such as well...obviously she had heard it a number of times from someone else. But she was attentive to watching Meilkki again as she stepped up...didn't want her falling. "What are you looking for?"

A look over the expanse of multicolored and gemmed rock. A peach pit? But that was such a small thing to look for in something so big. Was that needle in the hay stack thing going on. But getting up on the rocks as well she took to looking for it as well. After all, she could tell the colors and what not. Though she looked none the less. "There's a bunch of red ones over here Meilikki."

A little look of annoyance. Why did the little rock have to be difficult. But she took to following Meilikki not, pointing things out for yes or no answers and then going about correcting Meilikki if she thought a wrong color or asked her something. Then a little thinking look. "I'll be right back." Running off to the stables a moment and then coming right back, a little pick axe in hand. "We can dig with this."

It wasn't till a few moments later that a slave came to Sevilin, bending down sligthy to whisper something in his ear. To which he chuckled. "No restraint at all..." Why was he happy about this turn of events? That meant that now they would focus on Arthur because he would indeed give in...and that Sevilin got a nice chunk of that pot. Of course he had got in on it...it made him happy to make Arthur squirm.

And sine Sevilin was lord and master of the house right now...all those girls were looking to get in good with him by making his guesstimated date the right one, or with two days on either side as were pot agreements. Oh he was a happy drow.

Salmander's Whip swayed with the gental rocking of the subterranian lake, more or less invisible to the known world. Currently it was under crewed by about ten drow sailors, and two drow wizards, but she made do with what she had.

Earlier in the year, the Integrity was tracking Salmander's Whip using practically the only method concivable, which was not always accurate. In order to persuide the elves and halfling to cease their hunt of the drow ship, a decoy was built out of the remains of the Deep Water Armada. The decoy was a stunning copy of the original ship, but lacked most of the magical charms and enchantments that made the Salmander's Whip the frightful sailing vessel it is. The twin ship sank, taking along with her ten drow sailors and two drow wizards, and one magical scimitar. The battle had weakened the elvish ship slightly, which caused them to doubt the success of their battle. They were later lured into a trap, using the available armies of Dimitri the former demi-lich usurper.

The surviving elves, around one fifth of those who went to the battle, returned to the Integrity where they have been more or less stranded because they lack the man power to sail the ship away from Deep Water. Currently, the crew of the Integrity has been supported by slaves from the Salmander's Whip in an odd twist of fate. In order to battle Dimitri's forces, the captain of the Salmander's Whip joined forces (more accurately twisted the arms of the captain of the Integrity) to create a formidable deffence for the rather weak and powerless nation of Deep Water, and subsequently Honoursfield. The Integrity floats about the Gulf of Deep Water watching for Orcish Dreadnaughts which threaten to sail upon the Triumverate Fortress as of late, but due to the destruction of the ground force, merely lay moored sever hundred miles to the south west of the gulf.

Deep Water remains relitively calm these days, with only a subtle shortage of drinkable water, eatable food, and ever other necessity for living due to the dearth. The currently have decent trading relationships with a clan of dwarves that recently set up an Iron mine, and steel factory, somewhere in the area. The only other major source of trade is a distant city-state called Dragnon, which requires several months to travel too due to the terran of the underdark. The new royal family seemed to be keeping things in working condition, as well as holding a fairly liberal governemnt, banning slavery within their nation (every territory marked on the map) and creating a welfare system which enable a smoother flow of food from the ships to the market with as little peddling as possible (a result of the majority of the peddlers being killed during the uprising). Steel goods are becoming more prominant in the nation, more people own at lest one iron fork, and one iron or steel knife. The currancy had changed from the common steel coin to the Dragnonian gold coin. The fishing fleet has had a tremendous amount of success over the last few weeks, as what ever was eating all the fish had stopped eating them all.

All was going pretty much according to Captain Tarathiel's, also known as Prince Kimmuriel, plan. Though, the word 'game' would be a more accurate assessment of his meddling.