Devon stirred. His hand found her shoulder and he caressed it softly. “How long?” he asked.

“You’ve been in and out of consciousness for the better part of six days. How do you feel now, my love?”

“Fevered… and it hurts a little.”

“That means he’s in excruciating pain auntie.” Jenna translated.

Devon forced himself to sit up a bit, wincing while fighting back a groan of discomfort. He looked at the wide cushioned chair where the young gold princess sat curled up staring at him. The same place she had been since she walked her aunt to the chamber. 

“I’m sorry princess. I didn’t see you. Have you been…?”

“She’s refused to leave your side. You made us worried. We thought…” Aliyeah stopped herself from uttering the words lest they still prove true. “The rest are outside waiting in the foyer. Maya seems particularly sour about the whole situation. When you told me she was loyal I had no idea what an understatement that was. I half believed she was going to murder Rayne.”

“Why? It wasn’t her fault.”

Aliyeah looked out into the clear blue sky off of her veranda. “Some don’t see it that way.” She brushed her hand across his face tenderly. “I was waiting for you to wake. I’m heading to the Bastion. I will be demanding a full inquiry into what happened. Claire is so proud of her Ravens? Let her send the entire flock to exact justice.” 

Devon leaned forward. “I’ll go with you. I’m sure there are people who will want to know I’m alive. Besides, it should be me who investigates. No one knows that town better than I do.”

“I think not.” Aliyeah admonished flatly. “You are to remain here, in bed, confined to this chamber until I return. Am I understood?”

“There’s no need for that Aliyeah. I’m fine.”

She looked incredulously at him. “You’re about as far from fine as you can be. You will not be assigned this task nor will you be returning to that town or any other until I say.”

“Aliyeah…”

“The only words I wish to hear pass your lips are ‘yes my queen’.” She stared at him for a moment. “I’m waiting.”

“If...”

“Ahem.”

“Yes my queen.” He relented.

“Good.” She kissed him before she stood. The Dragon Queen walked to the door and opened it. “Lady Malnyx. The Highlord is confined to quarters. Would you be so kind as to sit with him until I return?”

“Of course my queen.” The black dragon bowed.

“And Maya. I don’t care what he says. Neither you nor he are to leave this chamber.”

“Understood my queen.”

Aliyeah nodded. “Cassandra, do not allow anyone outside of the guard to enter. Do not allow him to leave.”

“Yes my queen.”

“Cam, you’re coming with me.” 

“As you say my queen.” She peered into the room and caught Devon’s eyes. She shook her head reproachfully then pursed her lips.

After the door closed, Maya sat on the edge of the bed. “I hate you.” She grumbled, staring at him.

“I know.” He forced half a grin.

She looked at Jenna who was watching their interaction with peaked curiosity.

“Lay down and rest. You’re going to be here for a while.”

Devon slumped back into the comfortable mattress. 

“You said you were poisoned. How can that be?” She asked in a hushed tone.

“I don’t know exactly. I’ve never encountered a toxin that can have this effect on me. Even the green didn’t hit me this hard.”

Maya offered him the faintest of smirks. She pressed her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning.” 

“I feel like a hot coal in Algidia.”

“Since when do you visit white dragons?” Maya snickered for a moment before something grabbed her attention. She sniffed at the air, slowly turning her head away from him toward the door, an instant before it opened. 

“What do you want?” She hissed threateningly.

Maya’s slight frame obscured his view of the entry. He closed his eyes and reached out with his other senses. The scent of seaspray and salt water wafted in the air. “Rayne. Come in. Please.”

“Thank you my lord.” Her voice sounded shaken, laden with anxiety.

Maya glowered at her, snarling at the bronze dragon, exposing her teeth as she drew close. Frosty air escaped her nose as a sulphuric odor exhaled on her breath.

Rayne slowly edged into view standing a few feet away. “How are you feeling Devon?” Her cheeks were red and puffy, her eyes bloodshot. It looked to him as if she had been crying only moments before she entered.

“I’m good.” He croaked. “I’ll be back on my feet in no time.” Coughing. “I must confess though, I’ve never experienced a poison like this.” He paused thoughtfully for a moment trying to remember something that had been said to him. The memory eluded him. He tapped the bed next to him. “Sit. Plenty of room.”

Rayne looked warily at Maya. “I’m not sure…”

“I am. Sit. That’s an order.”

“Yes my lord.” She made her way around the bed and found space next to him across from Maya. She rested herself uncomfortably beside him.

“I know what you’re thinking. You blame yourself for it. Don’t. There was nothing you could have done that would have changed the outcome.”

Rayne lowered her head.

“I beg to differ, my lord. She could have died protecting you. That’s the job.” The black dragon growled. 

“Darlin, it wouldn’t have mattered who was there. I can’t rightly explain it now… my head is still a bit scrambled because of the poison… but there was much more to this assassination attempt then you realize. The results would have been the same regardless of who stood near.”

“Correction my lord, It was an assassination. The attempt succeeded.” Maya scowled. 

“That’s enough.” He scolded her.

Maya squinted her eyes angrily then looked away. She was unaccustomed to being corrected by him.

“Listen to me Rayne. I do not hold you responsible and my opinion of it is the only one that matters. Answer me this. If you knew you could have prevented the attack by sacrificing your life for me, would you have done it?”

She raised her head and looked him directly in the eyes. “Without hesitation my lord.”

“Hrumph” Maya snorted.

Devon reached out and clasped the bronze dragon’s hand in his own. “We’ve been together a long time. It was you who volunteered to join me on the prime during my banishment. You did so with no reservation and with no idea if or guarantee that you’d ever return to the planes. You have always answered my call the instant you were summoned and you have earned my confidence.”

“I feel like I’ve lost my own.” She answered sadly.

Devon trembled as a shock of pain rushed through his body. “To hear you say so hurts me worse than any wound I’ve endured.” He exhaled raggedly. “And I’ve had my share of rough treatment.” He grinned, grimaced and shifted. “I’m fortunate to have you and grateful for your service. I’m not an easy liege to look after.”

“Well that I agree with.” Maya interjected.

“I…” Rayne’s eyes were swollen, red and wet with tears. “I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I failed you and while you do not hold me responsible, I do. Maya’s right.” She turned away. “You trusted me to protect you and I let you down.”

“No. You didn’t. You’re not listening, Rayne. There was something else.” He began to get upset, shake and cough. He took a few deep breaths. “The two of you are my closest advisors and most trusted protectors, my left and right hand. Sanguinari have a name for this type of bond. We call it a coterie. It’s a sacred connection shared amongst a family born of blood and loyalty. Don’t give up on yourself my friend. I’ll not give up on you ever.”

Rayne smiled weakly and kissed his forehead. She could feel the fiery burn of his fever against her lips. “Thank you Devon. You should rest. Should you have need of me…” She squeezed his hand. “...just call.”

He winked. “I shall.”

“Sleep my lord. Tomorrow is another day.” Maya encouraged. 

Devon nodded and gave way to the exhaustion brought on by the poison.

Rayne looked at Maya. “Please. If his condition worsens…”

The black dragon narrowed her eyes but grudgingly nodded in agreement.

Rayne eased off the bed, bowed and left.

………………………………………………………………………………………………….

“Where is she? I know she’s here.” Aliyeah demanded.

“Apologies, your grace.” Zora Seberati answered. “I’m sorry but I’m not quite sure who...”

“The Pale Lady.” She interrupted. 

“Oh.” She seemed a little confused. “She’s meeting with Lord Marshal Godguard in his office. Has something happened?”

“Devon was assassinated. I hold her responsible.”

“What?! Ridiculous Aliyeah. Lady Radcliffe would never harm her own child.”

“Did you see what she did to his hand? Tell me that again.”

The Arch Penitar had known the Dragon Queen for centuries. Not once in all that time had she seen her this enraged. “Is he?”

“Jarath brought him back six days ago.”

“Thank the gods.” She paused for a moment. “Interesting though. I didn’t see a report.”

“It wasn’t parliamentary business. He was serving a penance to the Sanguinari witch for stealing the rune.”

“That can’t be. There is no reason. He had every right to remove it from the mortals.”

“We agree. Good. If you’ll excuse me.” She said rather abruptly and stormed off. 

Cam grimaced then followed quickly behind.

Aliyeah knew the way. She tore down the hall to find Claudius and… she wasn’t sure… Someone not Claudius, guarding the door. They stood to attention.

“The Lord Marshal is taking a meeting, your grace.” 

“I know. Get out of the way.”

They stepped aside as she advanced and opened the door.

Kaida bowed immediately. “My queen.”

Aliyeah glared at the Vampyr Matriarch. The Pale Lady’s eyes were alight with a lurid blue glow. The temperature of the room dropped as if a winter’s wind had blown in through the open portal. A fast scan of the room informed her there were others in the office. In addition to the Pale Lady she recognized Selene. She knew two of the others were Devon’s so called sisters, one with long blonde hair and black kohl rimmed eyes, the other had light brown locks and a kindness about her unusual to their ilk. The last had blonde hair too and wore aggressively revealing leather and silk. The latter seemed amused at her arrival.

“Talisa…” Jarath stood. “What a pleasant surprise.” He glared at his guards for a long moment before returning his gaze to her. “How is Devon?”

“Still healing. Whatever that poison was, it's yet to fully run its course.”

“Poison?” Ria scoffed. “You’re funny.”

Aliyeah growled at her threateningly. “I have no idea who you are, but shut up. The adults are talking.”

Ria smirked and took a step forward only to find Selene’s hand on her shoulder holding her in place.

“I blame you, vampire.” She snarled at Claire. “It’s your fault he was murdered. If not for your petty manipulations and ridiculous rules he’d have never been there in the first place. He loves you like a mother and what do you do? Sever his hand? You’re a monster. You deserve neither the love nor the loyalty he shows you.”

“Let me enlighten you dragon. Devon is every bit my childe. We raised him. We are his family. When the whole of the world had forsaken him, it was Selene who rescued him and saved his life. He’s my clan, blood of my blood. You’ve no idea what that means. But you will. You may have him bewitched with your feminine wiles but be careful you don’t overestimate the value of your warm bed.”

Cam blinked in shock at the retort. 

Aliyeah’s face, already red with anger, grew an even darker shade of crimson.

“Your grace.” Selene spoke respectfully. “Where is Devon now? Is there anything I can do?”

Aliyeah’s attention moved to her love’s mentor. “He’s in my realm. As I’ve already said, he struggles with the poison. He’s been bed ridden since Jarath revived him. I know what he means to you Selene. You have my word he’s well protected and that we’re doing all we can to speed his recovery.”

“If there is poison in him that his blood did not destroy then he needs care you can not provide. Give me back my childe.” Claire demanded. 

There it was. The words that had echoed in her mind only hours before.

“No.” Aliyeah answered defiantly. “I do not care to test your treachery again. He’s healing. He doesn’t need your blood magic.” 

“You have no right!” Claire scowled angrily. “Return him to me immediately or else.”

“Or else what?” Aliyeah spit. “Allow me to enlighten you, vampire. I am his queen. He has sworn fealty to me. Do you truly believe he’ll break faith?”

Lady Radcliffe did not answer.

“I didn’t think so. Here’s how it’s going to go. You will send your Ravens out en masse and find the scum who did this to him. Kill them all or if you lack the conviction for it bring them to me and I will. You will also forgo any further ideas of this foolish penance you unjustly put upon him. His time is done.”

“There are two moons remaining.” Claire answered coldly.

“You’re mad. If you honestly think I’ll allow him to take up the mantle and rule your city after this. Huh… you’ve lost your mind.”

“Ask him what he thinks?” The Pale Lady countered.

“I don’t think you understand me. I don’t care what anyone thinks. Let me be perfectly clear. It’s done. It’s over. And if you try anything to make it otherwise I swear by all I hold holy that you will never see him again. I will forbid it.”

“Devon would never forsake his family.” Charissa countered defensively. 

“He won’t have a choice.” She fixed her gold flecked eyes on the Pale Lady. “Try me Claire. I dare you.” She challenged through clenched teeth.

The vampyr lunged forward just as Jarath interposed himself. “Please. No More. Hasn’t this feud taken enough of a toll on him. Talisa… uhh... I mean Aliyeah. I can assure you the Pale Lady will do all she can to see the justice of Sanguinar done to the assassin. Lady Radcliffe, you’ve known me most of my life. Believe me when I say Aliyeah will not allow any harm to befall him. If you don’t trust her then trust me. In-fighting among allies will only serve to benefit our enemies… and it seems that list grows longer still.”

“He’s not wrong, mother.” Dawne agreed in a soft tone.

“Perhaps what is needed is some time for emotions to ebb a little.” The priest suggested.

“Fair enough Jarath. I’ve said what I’ve come to say.” The Gold Dragon glowered at Claire one last time. “Selene. You know the way. Should you find the one responsible, seek me out. I grant you safe passage in my kingdom.”

The vampyr nodded then watched the Queen of Dragons leave. Cam bowed to her as well then followed her queen out.

Lady Radcliffe was livid. She stared at Jarath. “Does she truly believe she can force such a thing?”

“Do you really want to chance it? Here.” Jarath handed a wooden box to the Pale Lady. “This is the arrow. I’m hoping you can figure out what poison was used. Perhaps it will help you discover the assassin. The best chance to do so lies with you.”

She took the box. “I’ll pass along my findings.”

“Thank you.”

A heartbeat later the vampyr were gone.

Jarath shot his guardsmen a dirty look. “Did it occur to either one of you that maybe…. Just maybe you should have checked with me before allowing her in?”

“It did, my lord.” Claudius answered.

“And?”

“She’s a dragon, Lord Marshall.” The one not Claudius replied.

Kaida chuckled. “You don’t say?”

Jarath couldn’t help but smirk at the silver dragon before turning to address his guardsmen. “Dismissed.”

“I… I don’t know my queen. I’ve invoked the proper rites. I can’t imagine Bahamut would oppose this intervention. Perhaps he doesn’t want to return.”

Aliyeah, Queen of Dragons' eyes ignited with fire as rage consumed her. “Try again. There is no way he’d choose to be apart from me.” She looked at Cam. Anger gave way to fear and devastation. Tears rushed down her face. “Cam. Find Jarath and bring him here now!” 

“Are you certain…” Cam was emotional as well, fighting back tears of her own.

“Go!”

The gold dragon bowed and was gone. 

Devon awoke on the ground. Soft grass cushioned him as the overgrown canopy of the forest provided shade. He surveyed the area somewhat confused. He had no idea how he’d gotten here. Last he remembered he was in the town hall at Westport introducing himself to the new mayor. There was the sound of exploding glass then…

“Huuuh!” 

He lurched forward gasping for air, clutching at his breast for a wound that wasn’t there. He looked at his hands.  No blood. A few deep breaths later he decided to stand. The chirping of a small gray bird drew his attention to a white oak tree. He took a few steps toward it trying to gather his bearings. 

“An onyx canary?” He thought to himself. “Rather unusual in a deep wood setting.” The bird continued singing even as he drew closer. Surprisingly, it didn’t seem afraid of him at all. He reached for it, palm open. The bird hopped onto his hand, turning its head quizzically to the side. 

“If you think you’re going to stay dead, Darkstar, think again.”, a menacing hiss threatened off in the distance. “I’ll drag you back from hell itself if I have to.” A woman’s voice. He could smell the acrid odor of acid.

“Maya?” He looked around but the black dragon was nowhere to be seen. The canary leapt from his hand and into a tree where seven of its kin sat quietly waiting. Beyond them was a path alight with a warm golden glow. He took a step toward it but came to an abrupt halt, an unnatural chill had taken hold of him. A current of air drove him back. A soft spectral voice whispered to him across the wind.

“Where are you going, my child?”

To his left a second pass revealed itself. It was darker than the first. The path was laid in gray cobblestone. The vibrant green foliage surrounding it gave way to winter scarred shrubbery and lifeless bush. He looked toward the scenery and despite the foreboding visage he did not despair. Flowers suddenly began to bloom with the ivory and mauve petals of hellebore plants, yule roses as they were better known. He was familiar with them. The Pale Lady kept them in the chapel of the Raven Queen as well as elsewhere about the manor. Devon eased his way toward the stone walk. More blooming. He was greeted by the deepening blue of honeywort.

The canaries began to tweet, their song one of panic and warning.

“Is there danger ahead?” He asked the birds.

The onyx canary jumped off its perch, flying directly toward him only to be brushed aside by a frigid winter wind. It took refuge in the branch of a golden snapdragon, frantically fluttering its wings, pleading with him to join them down the illuminated walk.

“What could you possibly have to fear from me? Come and be welcome.” The disembodied voice offered.

He heard a caw. A stark black raven had appeared, flying toward him from further down the trail. It landed on his shoulder, meeting his gaze with cold black eyes before taking flight again, down the pass, cawing once more, harkening him to follow.

Devon’s heart wanted... yearned for the warmth of the golden path but his spirit was drawn into the darkness. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew before he could accompany the canary, he needed to know who had beckoned him from beyond the frost laden footway. “I’m sorry.” He said to the bird. He felt the cold soft caress of a hand across his cheek and was drawn away.

Devon walked along the cobblestone trail. He shivered when a winter’s breath was exhaled on the back of his neck, sending a chill running down his spine. The raven flew branch to branch leading him deeper and deeper into the undergrowth. Sharp holly leaves grabbed at him, nicked him, scratched his skin then finally bit him drawing blood almost as if they were trying to prevent him from moving any further. He ignored their warning. Pressing forward, he broke from the forest into a large clearing of frost coated ground. A solitary stone tower loomed in the distance protected by a black wrought iron paling, not so different then the one guarding his home in Sanguinar. The raven flew straight and true perching upon the entry gate. It watched as he passed the portillon, arriving at a blackened wenge wood door. He tapped on the truesilver knocker and waited. The door opened of its own accord.

“Welcome my child. Please, come inside.” A woman’s voice called to him, floating on the cool night air.

Devon passed through a foyer. A sweet lemony scent grabbed his attention. He knew it well, winter honeysuckle, Ria’s favorite fragrance. He looked around to see a sparsely furnished parlor decorated with several vases containing the cold weather flower. Its fireplace was alight with a cold blue flame. He continued beyond a pair of open double doors leading into a stone audience chamber with all the warmth of a mausoleum. Stained glass windows were set high into the stone walls depicting death in all her many incarnations. Tapestries of artistically spun winter scenes hung below them. He had the feeling that he’d been here before, or at least in a place quite similar. Ravens rested upon rafters and unlit free standing candelabras. Several more perched on an intricately cut stone throne. One in particular looked as if it had taken a great interest in him. A woman wearing a close fitting ankle length dress of midnight blue sat patiently waiting for him to approach. She had straight, raven black hair and pale, winter white skin. Her lips were the azure color of frostbite and her eyes… her eyes gleamed brilliant ice blue more so than any vampyr he had ever met. They were beautiful yet at the same time cold as death. They bored deep into his soul. Moonlight glinted off her crown of truesilver and frost.

“I’m sorry if I have intruded, your grace.” Devon found himself instinctively dropping to a knee and bowing his head.

“It is no intrusion, my child. You were invited to my court due to your… circumstances. Though if I’m being honest, you don’t belong here. Not yet…”

Devon remained silent.

Allow me to introduce myself Devon. In a past life I was known as Ravenovia Koroleva. Now…”

“Koroleva.” The name held meaning for him. It was the Sanguinari word for queen. “Ravenovia…”

“You’re the Raven Queen.” He answered, bowing his head lower still.

“Rise.” And as he did she smiled, “Do you know what they call a flock of ravens my child?”, opening her arms and motioning to the birds about her.

“I’m sure I did once. I apologize, my goddess. My mind seems a bit out of sorts right now.”

“That would be the poison.”

“I can’t be poisoned. My sire’s blood...”

“What courses through your veins is no ordinary toxin but one made to slay gods… or so it’s named. I digress. Allow me to remind you then. There are two names by which congregations of ravens are known, both of which apply to you, child. The first is an ‘unkindness’, by that I mean the unforgivable act done unto you against my will, against the laws of the gods and in contradiction to the prophecy of the four. The other is a ‘conspiracy’, a word describing the situation that sadly you are caught in the center of.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I didn’t expect you would. There are powerful forces tearing at you Devon, threatening to rip you asunder. Your heart is called in one direction, your soul another. It’s a very precarious position to be stuck in, my child. You can’t choose and you won’t. You’d sooner die than disappoint either.”

“Death is not to be feared. You come for all eventually my mistress.”

The Raven Queen smiled again. In her voice he could swear he heard Selene. “I’m glad you’ve not forgotten all your lessons.”

“So I’m dead then.”

Her expression grew grim. “Yes… and no. Not by natural cause or destiny. Certainly not final as the vampyr know it. As such you could go back.”

“Could?”

She nodded. “But not before I say what I must.” She paused, seemingly deep in thought.

Devon remained silent waiting for her to speak again.

A Raven flew in, landing next to him. It bowed its head before transforming into a bald, slender, chalk white, elf looking humanoid wearing leather armor. “Goddess. He has arrived. Just as you expected.”

“Delay him for just a bit longer. I’m nearly done here.”

“As you command.” In an instant the man was a bird again, flying off.

“Where was I… Oh yes. Conspiracies. Be wary of who you trust Devon. Long time friends, loves, allies. Mortals all have their own selfish motivations for why they do what they do. I fear you face great betrayal in the near future and your willingness to put faith in your comrades may not serve you well in the war to come. Be careful and always consider the why behind a person’s actions and the message hidden beneath their words.”  

“Sound advice, your grace.”

“I should not be telling you this but seeing as rules have already been broken… You and your friends are part of a greater plan than most realize. The runes of creation are a great and terrible power. Should they fall into the hands of say… someone looking to remake all that is, all that was and all that will be, the complete set could destroy the very fabric of existence... Which would certainly please a certain other someone looking to cause the genocide of all living things. For this alone I should send you back. Without your help, your allies are doomed fail.”

“There are other heroes.” He replied with disconsolation.

“Spoken like a man made tired and worn, downtrodden by destiny’s wheel. Everything you have done until now has forged you into the person you need to be, to assume your role in averting disaster. The matter of your impending death however was not to be. That said, you are here. So I will offer you a choice.” 

She stood and walked over to him taking his arm in hers. A single raven leapt onto her shoulder. She led him to an altar he was certain was not there moments ago. They stepped up onto the dais where a bowl and chalice had been set. The Raven Queen released him then turned to face in his direction. With a wave of her hand a silver tendril appeared. It emanated from his chest and trailed away lost in the dark above. She drew a kukri, forged of truesilver and etched in runes, from her side. 

“I can sever your connection to the mortal world if you wish. You’d be free to remain here, safe and unmolested by those you’d leave behind. You could assume your deserved place among the favored in my court.”

“Or?”

“Listen carefully. Do you hear it?”

Devon focused all his attention, searching for the sound she was alluding to.

“Enough you bastard. Stop playing around.”

 An angry voice, but one bleeding with worry. 

“You’re not through yet. There’s still so much to do. Come back brother. By the light of Heironeous I implore you to return.” 

“Jarath.” He whispered.

“The dragons have already tried to take you away. I stopped it.” She looked toward the entry doors. “That’s the reason he’s come to call.”

“You have no right!” 

An elderly man leaning heavy on a walking stick boomed in a voice that bespoke of power far beyond his appearance. Seven canaries rested on his shoulders and arms.

“I have every right. The only right. I am death. He is dead.” The Raven Queen countered.

The man lowered his tone. “Ravenovia. You know you can’t keep him. The laws…”

“Have already been broken. Spare me the lecture Bahamut. I’ve already given him the choice.”

Devon, for the first time in his life, was at a loss for words. Were gods really arguing over his fate? The Raven Queen turned her attention back to the rogue. 

“As I said child. You may remain here.” She angled her kukri as if preparing to strike. “I can sever your connection and it's done.”

“WAIT! DON’T!” The platinum dragon yelled.

“Or you can heed the call of your friend and return from whence you came. Destiny, conspiracies and unkindness. All of it goes with you. Decide.”

The elderly man looked upon him with kind eyes. Devon had a sense he meant to influence him to return. Devon mindlessly reached for the ring that had been on his left hand. Gone. His palm fell to his waist where the kukri he’d worn since he was a boy had rested ever since the day he earned it. It too was missing. He looked at the old man. “My lord Bahamut.” and bowed. His eyes found those of the Raven Queen. They blazed brilliant blue as the cold of a winter’s night rushed through him. Interestingly enough he found comfort in it. 

“You’ve made your choice. You’re not ready to leave it behind. Go Devon. Mina will show you the way.”

The raven that had perched quietly on her shoulder jumped and became human… or human of sorts. She had hair red as the deepest wine and pale skin. Her eyes were the same verdant green as his. Sharp incisors exposed themselves when she smiled. The woman was Sanguinari. She gently reached for his hand, clasping it tightly into her own. “This way little lord.”

Devon bowed in deference to both deities. 

“Thank you for coming, my lord. It’s been an honor my goddess.”

The old man exhaled in relief and turned to leave.

“Before you depart… If I may have a word. Angel of the Seven…” She called out to the Platinum Dragon.

Mina escorted Devon from the chamber and up the tower stairwell. They climbed seven flights of stairs that reminded him specifically of the Magister’s tower in Westport. Once in the sitting room she smiled at him still holding tight to his hand. “Come.” She led him to the edge of the room where an ornate door, intricately carved with winter flowers and ravens had materialized. The frame bore etchings of magical runes. “Before you go.” She rotated his hand, turning his forearm face up. “I want you to have this, as a memento of your time here. You’re likely to forget a great deal of it upon your return to the world of the living. This will help you remember some.” She traced a sigil on his skin that left a lurid blue glow behind as she did. Her finger was cold, her touch transferred the chill to his skin.

“Are you allowed to do this?”

“No. But I’ve always had a defiant streak in me.” She placed her arms around his neck, drawing him in, then hugged him close. “Be careful my son. Until next we meet.” She kissed his cheek. “Farewell.”

Devon’s mind took a few moments to comprehend what had just happened. The poison, much as the Raven Queen suggested, had dulled his faculties. Mina opened the door and ushered him through.

“And Devon. Do tell your godmother I do not approve of her taking your hand. There will be words.”

He passed through the portal when realization struck, sadly, a moment too late…

“Damn you Devon!” Jarath scowled as he recited the prayer again. “Breath!”

His eyes flashed open, bright and blue as the priest had ever seen them. To Jarath, it seemed as if someone else was staring back at him. An unnatural fear forced a shiver through him. The room grew so cold the condensation of breath could be seen from all the living occupying the space, Devon included. He lurched up gasping for air, coughing, barely able to catch his breath. 

“Have to go back.” He choked. “Rayne… Assassin.” More fits of coughing. “She’s in danger.”

“I’m here my lord.” The bronze dragon pushed through the people crowding him, grabbing his arm. “I’m safe. I’m sorry.”

“Thank the goddess.” He croaked. “Not your fault. The gods…” He fell back onto the floor. The room was spinning. “Poison.” he choked out. ‘Arrow.” As a second even more violent fit of coughing took hold of him.

Aliyeah threw herself on him, sobbing then crying. “Thank Bahamut you’re ok.”

Maya had fixated a murderous glare at Rayne. “You   were   supposed   to   protect   him.” She growled, slow, low and threateningly.

Rayne, who had been crying the entire time, began to shake. “I... I... There was no sign of danger. I don’t know what happened.” She tried to explain through free falling tears.

The black dragon hissed and the putrid stink of her potent acid filled the air. 

Rayne looked around the room. Cassie had a reproachful look about her. Vignette’s expression was downright accusatory. Even Anika slanted her eyes and looked away. The bronze dragon was devastated. Devon grabbed her wrist. “Not... fault.” She broke away and rushed from the room. 

“What are your orders my queen? Shall I level it to the ground?” Maya offered most willingly.

“No.” Devon answered for her. “Stand down darlin.” His breathing had somewhat normalized. “Check on your sister.”

“I don’t have a sister, Darkstar.” She glowered angrily.

Jarath, who had taken a step back, found Jenna tucked into him, her eyes still raw, wet with tears. “Will he be ok?”

“Yeah. He’ll be fine, though he’s going to need some rest.” 

He looked to Aliyeah who mouthed ‘Thank you.’ He nodded in return.

“Maya, see the Highlord to the queen’s bedchamber.” Cam commanded. “Jenna, please help your aunt along. The rest of you, I want guards around him at all times. No one enters the gold spire without the queen’s approval. Am I clear?”

The room nodded. 

“I’m going to have a talk with Rayne and find out exactly what happened, my queen. I’ll return to you after I do. Hey scown...” She looked at Jarath. “...Well done. Thanks.”

Jarath gave her a knowing smile as she left. He plucked the arrow from the floor while the room emptied and placed it in a pouch before he took his leave.

It begins on Dragon Mountain.............

“He’s in your charge ladies.”

“Do not worry, your grace. We’ll take good care of him.” Rayne promised the Gold Queen.

“I assure you my queen, he’ll not leave our sight.” Maya added with assurance.

“Thank you both. And you.” She draped her arms around his neck. “Be careful my love. And be mindful of your guardians for a change.”

“I’ll be fine Aliyeah. Sanguinar is perfectly safe for me. I’ll shift back in a couple of days once I settle in.”

“You do that.” The Gold Queen said, kissing him softly before releasing him.

“Remember Darkstar... ashes…” Cam smiled and kissed his cheek. “Be safe.”

“Yes be safe uncle.” Jenna hugged him tight. “And do stay away from the whore.”

“Jenna!” Aliyeah gasped in shock. “ Where did you learn… Wait what whore?”

“She means Ria. I fear she may have seen one too many of my memories.” Devon said, somewhat embarrassed.

“Oh... “ Aliyeah laughed. “Her. Yes do keep your distance darling.”

“We’ll see that he does, my queen.” Maya smirked.

Devon shook his head as he stepped away from his niece. Rayne took hold of his right arm as Maya grasped his left. They shimmered from sight only to appear in the parlor of Radcliffe Manor in Sanguinar.

It was early evening and Ria was sitting curled up in her favorite chair with a book. Her thralls were lounged about the sofas. His sudden appearance startled her retainers and they stumbled to their feet. Ria finished the sentence she was reading, closed the book and smiled.

“Devon!!!” She squealed in a rather high pitch. “Welcome home. So nice to have you. Though... mother failed to mention you were bringing guests.”

Christian, one of the two lycans she kept as thralls took an aggressive step toward him. Maya moved in front of her liege, inhaling a breath of frozen air.

“Better call your dog.” Devon warned.

The wolf shifter edged back a pace as the black dragon’s frightful presence took hold. He looked to the Nightmistress with some uneasiness..

“They’re dragons you dolt. Not that the Nightmaster couldn’t kill you himself.”  

“Did you say Nightmaster mistress?” The vampyr named Randall asked.

“I did. It seems my Devon is home for a spell.’”

“Did you say dragons... as in both of them?” Travis asked.

Ria shook her head. “Do you see what you’ve left me with? Idiots. Yes both of them.” She turned her attention to his escorts. “I recognize you.” She said eyeing the bronze dragon. “Rayne if I’m not mistaken? And you? So angry. Who might you be?”

“Her name is Maya. Tread lightly Ria.”

“Ahh The black one. Mother mentioned her. Well this should be fun. You may want to have servants prepare guest rooms.”

“No. My old bedchamber will do fine.”

‘For all of you?” She grinned mischievously. “Well I’m glad to know I’ve had a lasting impact on you.”

Devon didn’t answer.

“Not in the mood to play? Very well. Unfortunately it’s been sealed.” She smiled.

“Sealed from you.” He smiled back.

Ria glared at him. 

“I’d best settle in.” Devon turned away and led his escorts to a familiar half moon staircase. Once on the second floor he found the door to his longtime living quarters. His arcane sight immediately informed him the dweomers set to bar entry were still in place. He pressed his thumb forcefully against a sharp canine drawing blood. He smeared his vitae over a rune causing the tumbler to move and click. He pushed the door open then stepped inside. The sitting room had not been used in some time. Selene would have been incredibly disappointed with the amount of dust and obvious neglect of the space. He conjured unseen servants who immediately set to the task of setting the room right.

“So this is where you grew up?” Maya asked.

Devon waved his hand at the furniture and immediately the dust of years of disuse was gone and the set was clean as the day it was purchased.

“Why does no one tend to this place? It appears rather ignored compared to the rest of the manor.” Rayne asked.

“Selene won't allow it. I was the only other person ever to take residence here. She has set many protective wards and magical defenses barring entry to anyone but her and I. This will be the safest place for us.”

“Unless Selene returns.” Maya said skeptically.

“She won’t. And even if she did she’d understand. She won’t be thrilled with the idea but she always did what she needed to protect me regardless of the consequences.”

“So that’s where you learned it.” Rayne teased

“Yeah. I guess so.” Devon answered proudly. “Please sit. I’ll inspect the bedchamber and bath.”

As Devon stepped into the threshold he paused as the visions of a decade of his life flashed before his eyes. There he was, a 12 year old boy again, afraid and unsure of what life in Sanguinar would mean for him. He paced over to a large dresser. His eyes quickly found the silver mirror upon which sat two decorative bottles. He knew the contents well. One contained the rich earthy patchouli oil Selene so favored and the other essence of blacklotus, her namesake.

“Are you ok my lord?” Maya asked from just over his shoulder.

“Oh. Um yeah. Just…. It’s been a long time.”

“Ten years my lord.” Rayne affirmed from the doorway. “Last time we were here was during the blood moon.”

“Yeah... I remember. Listen Rayne. I know coming here isn’t an easy thing for you, so thanks. It means alot to me.”

“I’m glad to do so Devon. We all are.”

He nodded and stepped over to his wardrobe cabinet. He pulled the door open and found his clothes exactly where he had left them, hung, folded and undisturbed.

“I’m surprised the Nightmistress didn’t discard your things. After all it's not like she expects you’ll return... does she?”

“I don’t know. Probably not. But she wouldn’t just remove them either. She always made it a point to say that we lived here, that it was our apartment. Despite my attachment to Aliyeah I don’t think she’d ever say otherwise.”

“Sounds like she really cared for you.” Rayne replied.

“As best she knew how.” Devon cleared his throat. “The bath chamber is through here. He stepped onto the marble floor and as he caught sight of the mirrored wall, it was the reflection of his twelve year old self that stared back at him, bruised, battered and worn. He lowered his gaze to the decorative bathtub. His arcane sight immediately revealed it was not the mundane basin he thought it was. He reached his hand into the crystal clear water, steaming hot. He grinned.

“What is it, my lord?” Maya asked.

“I always wondered how the water remained hot and clean despite the grime it washed away from me. It’s enchanted. Leave it to Selene to own a magical bathtub. She was always particular about our appearances. Ok, so settle in and I'll walk you through the manor after which we can tour the town. There will be a few people who will be quite cross to learn I came ho… here and did not have the courtesy to visit.”

Maya raised an eyebrow and side eyed him, obviously taking note of his slip. Rayne, if she noticed, ignored it.

Devon led them back down the stairs and through the corridor to the dining hall. “The Pale Lady expects that all who are in the manor during suppertime sit for the meal. It’s one of her more rigid traditions.”

“With all that goes into rulership, that’s what she focuses on?” Rayne inquired.

“It’s the little things that matter most to her. Sharing dinner is a way to keep the family together and strengthen our bonds. While we are here we will hold true to this rule, even if our dinner company is less than appealing.”

“You mean to sit with the others?” Maya sneered.

Devon winked. “Anyone hungry? I can have meals prepared if you wish?” He walked through a set of double doors with Maya on his heel.”

An older woman wearing a headscarf and house dress was cleaning some pots. She turned to see who was entering at such an unusual time, gasping when recognition took hold of her.

“By the goddess!. It can’t be. Let me have a look at you boy.” The kindly woman approached with outstretched hands, reaching for his face. Devon quickly motioned Maya back. She took hold of his face and squeezed. “I thought you were gone for good, child. It brings my heart joy to see you again.”

“It’s good to see you too, Dama Hegna. These are two of my friends, Maya and Rayne.”

“Oh. Oni ne vampiry? (They are not vampyr?)

“Nyet, oni drakony. Moya levaya i pravaya ruka.” (No. They are dragons. My left and right hand.) 

“So it’s true. Selene’s left hand now has his own. Let me guess. The dark one.” 

“You were always so wise Dama.”

“Shall I prepare meals for you?”

“No thank you. I was just showing them around. We’ll be going to the Haven. I’m sure Mistress Lily will have something ready.”

“That she will Master Darkstar.”

Devon hugged the old woman and turned to leave.

“Dobro pozhalovat' domoy.” (Welcome home child.)

He turned back, smiled, then left the room. He led them down another hallway and into a grand ballroom. The center floor was empty with most of the tables and chairs pushed to one end of the chamber. 

“The Pale Lady would host grand affairs here and when she didn’t Selene would instruct me on how to dance.” He smiled with a fondness that he certainly did not feel during those early years of training. He walked over to a great fireplace and saw there was a gem glowing with magic on the mantle. “Would you look at that?” His eyes reflected the glint of light refracting from the stone. “Muzyka. “ He said and a Sanguinari folk song began to play. He reached out to his escorts and began to dance. Rayne smiled and quickly joined in while Maya fought back the grin forcing its way across her face. She found her step and the three of them moved across the room and back. Each in perfect step with one another. When the music was done he bowed politely. “Thank you. That was very nice. I haven’t danced in this hall in more than a decade.”

“We have a great hall in the Gold Spire my lord. You can always dance there.” Rayne offered.

He nodded. Let’s head to the library. Devon drew them into a richly carpeted corridor lined with portraits of Claire and the rest of her coven. He was represented along with her other ‘children’. There was also a rather large painting depicting the family together and another of him and Selene. It had been commissioned the day he received his kukri, the very weapon he wore today. Devon stood slightly taller than Selene who had laid her head on his shoulder. Maya rolled her eyes at the sight of it.

“What a handsome wyrmling you were my lord.” Rayne commented as they passed through.

“Why thank you Rayne. I’d forgotten all about these.” 

“Probably for the best.” Maya answered coldly.

A short walk later they reached a step down that led into a foyer decorated with intricately carved columns leading to a set of large double doors. Devon pushed them forward and stepped in. The place was unchanged in all the years he was gone. The stacks were still set in orderly rows behind the table where he studied every morning. As he walked toward it he noticed there was a book left open and not put away, something he knew was frowned upon. Vampyr were rather strict about keeping things in order. He turned the cover to reveal its title ‘A History of the Great and Noble Houses of Sanguinar’. The page was turned to the entry ‘House Radcliffe’. Lying next to the leather bound manual was a truesilver hairpin. Devon brought it to his nose. “Honeysuckle.” He recognized the familiar scent and slanted his eyes. He placed it back where he found it.

“So this is what passes for a library here on the prime?” Maya said sarcastically. “It’s cute I guess. The Sunken Fen has sections as large as this and the Grand Library of the capital is just… Well you know. You’ve seen it.”

Devon raised an eyebrow at her but didn’t comment.

“Let’s head into town. I want to take you to ‘The Haven’. It’s the most popular tavern in Sanguinar.”

“Sounds like fun, my lord.” Rayne answered pleasantly. Maya just grumbled.

They made their way back past the stairs and through the parlor.

“Off so soon Dorogoi? (Darling) 

“Just heading to the Night Markets Ria”

“Do you remember the way or would you like me to take you by hand.”

“Not if you wish to keep yours.” Maya threatened.

Ria smirked. “I think I like you. You remind me of my sister. This is going to be quite entertaining.”

Devon glared at the blonde vampyr, his eyes glowing brilliant blue as an unnatural chill filled the room. “Careful Ria.”

“You’re right lover. I apologize.” She said as she smirked. “She’s no Selene. You however are so much like your sire.”

“Plat’ye.” The command caused black leather armor etched with Sanguinari runes and embossed with the sigils of House Radcliffe and Clan Blacklotus to close over his form.

“Not too late, moye serdtse. There is work to do tomorrow.”

Devon turned and left without another word. As he entered the courtyard he paused for a moment. “Do not let her bait you. That’s what she does. She pokes and picks at you until you act rashly. Then she takes advantage of your impulsiveness. Ignore her comments and leave her to me.”

“As you say my lord.” Rayne answered begrudgingly.

“Darlin?”

“No promises…” She exhaled sharply. “But I’ll try for you my lord. Fair warning though Devon, if she thinks she’s going to sink her fangs into you I’ll rip the teeth from her mouth.”

“There’s my girl. Come... this way.”

They passed beyond the black wrought iron gate, traversing the cobblestone path through the Lady’s ward. Several residents stared at them with confusion. It was an unusual site to see unfamiliar faces leaving the manor without having passed through the area on the way in. However a quick glance at Devon’s armor sated the curiosity of those who didn’t recognize him. Upon passing through the settlement the three found themselves at the entry to the Night Markets. Once again memories flooded his mind, and as he looked at his reflection in the glass of the apothecary, a child walking with his mistress stared back at him. Muscle memory drew him to The Haven, a place he frequented quite often when he lived here. He quickly caught the attention of a serving girl.

“Excuse me young lady but would Mistress Lily happen to be available?” He asked politely.

“Oh I’m not sur…” The sight of his armor stopped her mid sentence. “Nightmaster. I’m certain she’ll see you. If you’ll kindly follow me.” She smiled.

They passed easily through the crowded establishment and around the large crescent shaped bar. They continued a bit further to an elevated deck where Devon knew his friend would be waiting at her private table.

“My Lady. The Nightmaster is here. I brought him to you immediately as you asked.” 

“Very good Drusilla. You can return to your duties.”

“Of course mistress.” She bowed and left.

“Mistress Lily.” Devon smiled. “It’s so good to see you.”

The raven haired vampyr’s eyes twinkled as she stood. “And you child. It’s been far too long. I was beginning to think you’d forgotten all about me.” She said gently embracing him.

“Never. How could ever forget the lady who taught me all there is to know about wine and social etiquette.”

She took a step back. “That’s very kind of you to say Devon, though we both know Selene is the one truly responsible for your good manners despite what the Pale Lady may think.” She winked.  

“Please sit.” She motioned to the empty chairs. 

Devon along with his draconic guard watched Lily sit then followed suit. 

“So Devon. I’m told Sanguinar is yours. How does it feel to go from human foster child to Nightmaster.”

“It’s not the first time the Pale Lady has positioned me here. Even so it feels a bit surreal. Living in the same home as Ria again could be a bit of a challenge.”

“I’m sure... I wouldn’t say it to Selene but... I honestly believe Ria’s infatuation with you was honest and not just her trying to instigate trouble… at least toward the end of it.”

Devon thought back to the day Selene returned to find Ria readying to embrace him. It was not a good day for either of them. “It was a very confusing time for me. I was never quite sure if the feelings were mine or just the effects of her blood.”

“Yes well it would have been difficult for you then… Selene’s celerity protects you from her wiles now.” She paused for a moment. “Oh Devon. I must apologize. What a terrible host I’ve been to not offer you and your friends refreshment. Why not go behind the bar and pick something nice out.”

Devon’s face lit up like a kid given the keys to a candy store. He hopped to his feet and Maya instinctively stood to follow. “It’s ok darlin. Just walking a few feet over there. You’ll be able to see me the entire time. Relax. I’ll be back in a minute.”

Maya scowled but sat back down though she did not take her eyes off of him..

“There’s a good lad. And Devon, have Adeline bring some food. How long has it been since you’ve had shashlyk? Tell her to bring solyanka and some blini as well.”

“Of course Mistress Lily.”

The charming vampyr smiled, the sparkle in her eyes displayed her obvious affection for him. As soon as he was out of earshot her smile faded and she turned her attention to the dragons. “I can only assume it’s your queen who forced him to trail you along. As you may have already noticed he’s quite safe here. I can assure you your presence is not needed.”

“His queen is of a different opinion and he does not seem to mind, so here we are.” Rayne countered.

“Obviously. Just a friendly word of advice. He is responsible for you while you are. Do be mindful of that fact lest you provoke additional sanctions against him.”

“Allow me to offer my own advice in return. Don’t do anything to warrant a reaction from us and there won’t be any … complications. We are here to protect him and protect him; we will… from anyone or any thing.” Maya said with some menace in her tone.

“So you’re his left hand. I wonder if your queen recognizes the significance of such a thing. Probably not or she’d be less likely to send you away with him.”

“It was his choice as to who accompanied him. There are others. There will be others.” Rayne replied.

“Oh joy. I’ll look forward to meeting them all.”

Devon approached the bar and a red headed barkeep caught sight of him. She smiled as he drew near. “By the goddess... Devon.” She reached across the counter and grabbed him by the back of his head and kissed his cheek. “How long has it been? Three years?”

“Something like that Addy. May I?” He asked before crossing behind the bar.

“Of course. The usual?” 

“That’d be great.” 

She grabbed a carafe containing feteasca neagră, a sweet wine, deep red in color with ruby shades and a black currant flavour and poured him a glass. 

He grabbed a bottle of the same vintage and placed it on the counter. “Oh and Addy, Lily would like some shashlyk brought over and bowls of solyanka and some blini if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Not at all. So… are you going to tell me about the hand?” 

He looked back to see Maya eyeing him with a cold stare. “Another time perhaps. I’ll be in town for a while.”

“Sounds good. I’ll look forward to getting together.” She said before heading off to fill his order.

Devon made his way back to the table and poured 3 more glasses. 

“You seem quite familiar with the barmaid my lord.” Maya sneered.

“Oh. Addy? Yeah. I’ve known her since I was a kid.”

“Selene would bring him here when he wasn’t training,” Lily explained. “He’d often help out behind the bar when his sisters brought him along. Adeline spent many long hours with him. Didn’t she Devon?”

“Yeah she’s great.” He agreed, sipping his wine.

Maya raised an eyebrow but didn’t respond.

A short while later the food arrived and Devon was excited to once again have the opportunity to enjoy some home cooked food. “It’s fantastic.” He complimented after tasting the soup.

“And easy to eat with one hand. I still can’t believe Claire would do such a thing. You are one of her favorites.”

“I don’t believe she wanted to, but we both know the laws of Sanguinar are harsh. I put her and Kasha in a tough place. Believe me, as bad as it seems it could have gone far worse.”

“I don’t see how.” Maya commented.

Lily’s smile was as fake as it was bright. “That’s because you never lived in Sanguinar. The mere fact she took his right hand should tell you all you need to know. Had she been truly angry she’d have demanded his left.”

“Yeah I thought the same thing.” he said reaching for some blini coated in apple jam.

“Is this your final stop of the night?” Lily asked.

“I thought I might drop in on Miss Rosalie for tea and sweet cake.”

“An excellent idea my boy. I’m happy to see you remember your old haunts and have the good manners to visit.” Lily said pleasantly.

“Thank you Mistress Lily. I still remember what you said about Zane and how he knows better than to not drop in. I’d hate to be thought of as disrespectful.”

“Well it’s good to hear Devon. I’m impressed. That was what… twenty five years ago?” She said with genuine appreciation. “I must say, it’s good to see you, even for a short while.”

“Oh you’ll be seeing quite a bit of me. Six moons worth at least.”

Lily grinned. “At least.”

“So I guess I have a meeting tonight then.” Devon questioned cautiously not wanting to disrupt the peace they've appeared to have forged..

“Were you of the mind that your personal guard would not be interested in hearing the adventure of their liege lord? I know Maya in particular is quite curious to learn of the events that have transpired of late. Rayne was quite adamant as well. In fact, even little Anika would like an explanation as to why you would be punished for successfully completing a task that few others in the known planes could have accomplished.”

“Aliyeah…” 

“No no. They’re your guardians. As such they should hear it from you. In fact, if it pleases you my lord, you may take the meeting now. You’re probably too excited to rest anyhow. I have an idea. While you’re gone, I’ll have a nice dinner prepared to celebrate your successful return.”

“I thought we settled all this.”

“Oh. We did my love. I’ve come to terms with it. They however have not.” 

She smiled and walked to the door. She opened it and Devon was met by five angry stares and the unmistakably enraged glare of Maya. 

“Go on now.” 

He walked slowly toward the door, his demeanor that of a condemned man heading to execution. He stopped before the threshold as if the portal was the only barrier keeping him safe. He looked at Aliyeah who leaned in and kissed him quickly.

“Have fun.” She smiled sarcastically as she watched him step into the hall. He was quickly absorbed by the awaiting dragons and whisked away.

She sighed heavily and shut the door.

Devon walked quietly through the corridors of the gold spire, waiting for one of his escorts to say something. Not a single one offered a word. If he didn’t know any better he’d swear he was being led to the gallows. In fact, the long walk to his office brought back the horrific memories of the time before reality had been restored when he was being marched to Jenna for judgement. He found his current situation equally uncomfortable. Maya had pressed into his left side. Her slant eyed glower told him all he needed to know about what was to come. Cassie reached the door first. She opened them wide. 

“After you my lord.”

Devon crossed the threshold with Maya matching his step. She yanked his chair roughly from under the desk.

“Sit.” She scowled

As the last dragon entered Cassie closed the door behind them and locked it.

Devon took the seat he was offered. “Ok. Let’s have it.”

The five dragons had formed a semicircle around him beginning with Maya on his left and ending with Rayne on his right. Cassie stood front and center flanked by Vignette and Anika. Even Tandy the pixie, who had positioned herself on his desk in front of the gold dragon, wore a sour expression on her face. Her arms were crossed mimicking the stances of his other guardians. 

“Actually my lord. We were thinking the same thing. Let’s have it.” Cassie said.

“Yes my lord. Explain why the Pale Lady would take your hand.” Rayne followed.

“I’d like to know why you let her.” Vignette said with a confused look. “And why you wouldn’t just grow it back.”

“Is it typical of vampires to penalize you for success? By Tandy’s account you did as you were expected and were victorious as usual.” Anika added.

Tandy stood tall as her diminutive frame would allow, pleased with herself for her part in relaying the events to the others.

“Darlin?” He asked, turning his head toward Maya.

Frozen air flared from her nose as wisps of sulphurous acid escaped her mouth. “I only have one question. When do I get to kill her.”

“Well that’s the easy one. You don’t Maya.”

She leaned into him full of menace, her eyes cruel and cold. In that moment it became quite clear she was the daughter of Eomyrosis the Black. Their resemblance seemed uncanny. “You may find this amusing Darkstar but we do not.”

“I can assure you I’m nowhere near the vicinity of being amused. I’m just being honest.”

“Let’s do that then.” Cassie interrupted. “Why were we not summoned if you were in danger.”

“I wasn’t in danger.”

“You lost a hand.” Rayne argued.

“I willingly accepted the punishment and offered it. There was no danger.”

“And what would have happened if a hand wasn’t enough. What if she demanded more.” Cassie asked. 

“She did. I’ll be returning to Sanguinar in three days time to assume my duties as Nightmaster for a period of six moon cycles.”

“Again?” Rayne queried.

“The queen will never allow it.” Vignette countered.

“She already has.” Devon replied.

“I don’t believe it.” Anika frowned.

“Well then my lord. I’ll be going with you.” Maya grinned maliciously.

“I’m not sure that’s a great idea.”

“I can tell you that one of us will be accompanying you. At least one that is.” Cassie announced.

“Her Grand Resplendence was perfectly clear on the matter Devon.” Rayne added.

“And if you think you’re leaving my sight for one moment while you're in this pitiful state you’ve got another thing coming.” Maya growled.

“See. You still love me.”

“Don’t.” The black dragon warned.

Devon winked at her and Maya flashed her teeth.

“Now to answer the rest of your questions. Vignette, I was raised in Sanguinar in the home of the Pale Lady with her as my surrogate mother. While in her lands I will abide by her laws as will anyone who accompanies me. It’s no different than respecting the law of any dragon kingdom.”

“You really mean to compare a vampire to a queen?” 

“Vampyr. And for Fey, the principles are the same. I accepted the punishment because by Sanguinari law I should have killed the chieftain after discovery.”

“I was surprised you didn’t.” Tandy commented. “You seemed to be toying with him my lord.” 

“Why didn’t you then?” Vignette asked.

“He’s my friend Gunther’s son.”

“So?” Maya hissed. “If that was all that needed doing to avoid this stupidity then I don’t see the issue.”

“I would agree.” The blue dragon said in support of her clutchmate.

“They’re friends.” Cassie explained.

“They’re humans.”  Vignette shrugged. “The Highlord can find new pets if necessary.”

Rayne shook her head.

“And I’ve chosen not to regrow it just yet to prove to her there is no judgement she can put upon me that would cause me to abandon my honor or my queen.”

“All well and good my lord. But why punish you at all? You recovered the rune. Who cares if you showed mercy to one human.”

“It was a political move. There is an alliance between the lycans and the horde that very well could have been dissolved if nothing was done. In the greater political landscape it was only a small thing for me to do to insure there would be peace.”

“Our definition of small differs vastly.” Maya growled. “For example, to me, it would be a small thing to melt their straw homes and wooden walls into the earth and freeze their people for even daring to think that they may ask any penance of you at all.”

“Come on Maya. You know me better than most.”

“Yes, and your compassion for others is becoming a problematic character flaw.” She said with a scowl.

Devon smiled. She shook her head and turned away.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“Yes my lord,” Vignette replied, “Who will be escorting you to the prime?”

“An excellent question. I’ll let you all know when I decide.”

Maya tilted her head back to face him. “May I suggest you choose carefully my lord.”

Devon looked about the room. When no one else spoke up he stood. “Aliyeah is having dinner prepared. Would any of you care to attend?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong my lord, but you were here for the meeting? Correct?” Maya asked.

Devon paused, slightly confused.

“What Maya means to say is, where you go, we go.” Rayne explained.

Tandy fluttered to his shoulder. “Yeah. What she said.” 

Cassie unlocked the door and opened it just as Jenna was about to knock.

“Oh.” She said startled. “Auntie said I should collect you for dinner. She says your guard may continue to castigate you after uncle. Sorry. Her words, not mine.” She stepped to his right side and gently cradled his maimed arm in her own. Allow me to escort you uncle.”

Maya once again pushed tight into his left flank and the others stood two in front and two behind him as they made their way to the dining hall. Aliyeah grinned widely at him as he entered, obviously uncomfortable with the showy display of protection.

“There you are my love.” She sang pleasantly. “Your meeting was informative I trust?”

“Quite.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

Cam eyed his missing appendage and shook her head. 

“Excellent please sit. All of you. I’m sure there is still so much to discuss. 

Cassie pulled the chair next to Aliyeah out for her liege. Jenna sat close to him on his right, followed by Maya and Rayne. Cassie, Vignette and Anika found seats opposite them at the table.

Kobolds with large platters, fragrant with the smell of grilled meats and fresh seafood began to serve the dinner party. A dragonborn with jet black scales and yellow eyes placed a dusty bottle of green liquid in front of Devon. “I’m told you favor the achuak hesjing Highlord.”

“Thank you Mezayg.” 

“Here my love. Allow me.” Aliyeah reached across the table and put a thick, fired, bone in steak and a large seared lamb chop on a plate along with some baked potatoes and fresh asparagus. Then she leaned back and waited.

“My lord must try the lobster.” Rayne offered as she added the broiled crustacean to his meal.

“You know.” Maya cut in. “When we were in the Boglands, Devon fancied the flavor of mollusk. These look quite tasty my lord. Allow me.” 

Her sardonic grin told him all he needed to know about the queen’s dinner preparations. There wasn’t a single dish on the table that he could easily partake in with his lone hand. He knew it was intentional. He knew she did it to make a point. 

Jenna side eyed her aunt. “Here uncle. Let me help you. She leaned across him and began to cut the steak and separate the meat from the shells.” She smiled affectionately at him as she did.

“Thank you Jenna.” Devon said graciously. “But contrary to what some may believe I’m far from helpless.”

“Oh I don’t think that at all uncle.” Her face was pleasant and bright.

“Thanks princess. Here let me show you something.” He flicked his fingers and a ghostly looking hand appeared. It snapped up a knife and after he stabbed the lamb chop with his fork it began to slice the meat for him.”

“That’s wonderful, uncle. You are quite resourceful.” She complimented.

He pulled a cut piece of lamb from the plate with his fork and ate it. “Duck fat my love. Makes all the difference.” He said as he grinned at his queen. Then he pierced another piece and offered it to Maya. “Care to try darlin?”

Maya glowered at him until the sound of Anika snickering caused her to focus her stare at the copper dragon. Anika gulped down some wine, averting her eyes to a different direction. 

Jenna unstopped the bottle of green liquid and poured a glass for her uncle. “Is it true you’ve acquired a taste for ‘the green water’? Auntie won’t let me drink it.”

“It’s actually quite lovely when prepared properly. You see there is a parasite derived from the wormwood it’s distilled from that can have some very nasty effects. Fortunately for me I happen to be quite close with someone who was willing to educate me on how to enjoy it safely.”

Maya’s anger hid her grin. The ghostly appendage slid the glass over to the black dragon. “Would you mind darlin?”

The black dragon wrinkled nose and curled her lip. She exhaled sharply before spitting a glob of acid into the glass. She rolled her eyes as the luminescent hand brought the glass back to him.

“Eww uncle.” Jenna half gasped, half laughed.

“You’re not really going to drink that are you?” Vignette asked, somewhat shocked.

Devon brought the glass to his nose. It had stopped sizzling and had a spicy cinnamon odor. He took a long draw. Maya tilted her head at the blue dragon then turned head head away to hide her grin.

“Here princess. Try. “

“I don’t know uncle…”

“Just a sip.” He encouraged her.

“Well ok.” Jenna took a small taste from the glass. “Mmm. It’s actually very good.”

“You see princess. Just because the customs of others are different doesn’t mean they’re necessarily bad.”

“You can’t possibly mean to equate the laws of Sanguinar to a bottle of booze?” Cam asked. 

“It’s all about perspective my lady.”

“Yeah well by mine you’re acting like a stubborn child.” The gold dragon scolded. 

“I get it Cam.”

“I don’t.” She stood to leave. “And just for the record Darkstar. If anything happens to you down there I’ll burn that city to ash. Enjoy your trip.” She said as she left. 

The rest finished the meal. They moved to the parlor where Devon gave a more in depth account of his time in Westport with Tandy acting out scenes for dramatic effect. For a short while everything seemed to have been forgotten, that is until he got to the part about Sanguinar. 

“I think that’s enough for tonight.” Aliyeah announced. “I’m going to turn in. Care to join me?” She said reaching for his hand. 

“For certain my queen.”

The evening passed and Aliyeah seemed considerably more forgiving than she had been earlier in the day. She wrapped herself around him as if afraid that he might be stolen from her if she fell asleep. The evening air was cool and Devon enjoyed the first peaceful nights sleep he had in months. He woke at dawn’s first light, still held tightly by his queen. The air was crisp and clean and a light breeze floated off the water into the bedchamber. 

“Aliyeah.” He whispered. “Would you mind if I went to the falls for a shower. I’d really enjoy the feel of fresh water for a change. You could join me if you’d like.”

A single golden orbital flashed open. “You go on. I’ll meet you in the hall for breakfast.” She released her grip on him. Don’t be late.”

“Thank you my queen.” He kissed her forehead before rising to his feet. He walked quietly to the door trying not to disturb her. As he opened the door to leave he was greeted by Maya and Rayne. 

“Good morning my lord.” The bronze dragon smiled.

Maya wore her customary surly scowl.

“And where are we going?” The black dragon asked.

“The falls for a shower. I’ll be back shortly.” He began to walk down the hall when Maya pressed herself into his flank again and Rayne forced her way in front of him. 

“What are you two doing?”

“Escorting you to the bath chamber. That is where you said you wanted to go? Yes?”

“I don’t need an escort to bathe.”

“The queen says differently.” Rayne countered.

“I’m certain she didn’t mean…”

“Actually she was quite clear. What were her exact words? Oh yes. He goes nowhere without at least one of you.”

“But.”

“But nothing Devon.” Maya scowled. “Are we going or not.”

“You know I could just…”

“Shimmer? Yes of course. Why do you think you’re wearing me like a corset?” Maya grinned. “You go, we go.”

“Fine. Whatever.”

The bath chamber of the gold spire was unlike any room of similar function that Devon had seen. While it was worked with cut stone and extravagant brickwork it also boasted what could only be described as a free form pond of cool mountain water formed from the run off a waterfall cascading down the natural rock wall. Several hot spring pools were scattered about the space, steam rising in swirls above them. He walked to the edge of the water and looked back at his guardians. 

“A little privacy maybe?”

“I think not.” Maya answered.

“My Devon, you’d think by now you’d have adjusted to a dragon’s sense of modesty.” Rayne added.

“You’re all going to torture me for the next six moons aren’t you?”

“At least.” Maya grinned. “Now let me help you out of those clothes.”

“Really darlin?”

“Really. As if I haven’t had to do this a dozen times already to treat your various injuries.”

“Well I can’t argue that.”

“Better you not my lord. She’s been in a rather foul mood since you’ve returned, even for her.” Rayne advised.

Maya helped him undress and he stepped into the pond. The water was refreshing and clean. He stepped toward the waterfall and closed his eyes. The tempo of free falling water felt incredibly relaxing. He almost didn’t notice the presence standing behind him. Rayne had disrobed as well and was sharing the waterfall. She held a bottle of scented oil.

“Hey!” 

“Sorry my lord. Nowhere means nowhere. Now relax and I’ll help get you cleaned up.”

Devon sighed but in reality was glad for the assistance of his two most trusted cohorts.

They met Aliyeah in the dining hall a turn and a half of the hourglass later.

“Feel better Devon?” The queen asked.

“Considerably so my queen. Thank you.”

“Well you certainly smell better.” She leaned in and nuzzled his neck.”Mineral water, seaside lavender & white musk, I’ll assume Rayne selected the fragrance.”

“She did my love and I am certainly most grateful for all their kind attendance, but… Is the incredibly close and personal supervision really so necessary?”

“I might suggest it is my lord.” Maya answered flatly. “At least until you recover your sensibilities and begin to act as intelligently as you are rumored to be.”

“Ouch.” Rayne grimaced.

Aliyeah chuckled. “I would agree, Maya. Well said.”

The black dragon side eyed her lord but offered him the slightest smirk.

Cam happened into the room. “Good morning Aliyeah.” She said with a bow. Ladies….” Her eyes set on Devon. “Darkstar…”

“You’re not still angry are you Cam?”

“You’re not still acting foolish are you Devon?”

“Character flaw Camille. Sometimes I can’t help myself.”

“Obviously.” She shook her head. “And don’t call me Camille.”

Devon grinned. “As you say Lady Soroyan.”

“Careful my love. Cam and I have been friends for centuries. It’s been some time since her scales have been this bristled.”

“Look Devon. I’m not trying to get all Tiamat on you. But what you need to understand is that we love you and we worry. And before you say anything I get it, you’ve been to hell, traipsed through the abyss, fought in wars and even had the mettle to stand before an archdevil and her court alone. You’ve a dragon’s courage for sure. But it's not your courage that concerns me. It’s your pride. And I know that sounds funny coming from a dragon but I’d hate to see you put yourself in a situation that spirals out of control because your misplaced sense of honor overwhelms your sensibility.”

“I think I’m good Cam. I have no problem accepting the consequences of my actions should my ‘honor’ demand it.”

“That’s my point exactly. You’re totally missing the lesson the Pale Lady is trying to teach you.”

Aliyeah turned her head in shock. “Come again? Did you say lesson?”

“Yes my queen. Hate her if you will. I myself am not particularly fond of her. But there is no denying she favors him and cares for him… in her own distorted somewhat dysfunctional way of course.”

“Enlighten me oh wise counsel to the queen. What lesson am I to learn from all this?”

Cam sighed. “That even when you seek to bear the brunt of consequence entirely yourself there will still be others who inadvertently suffer. As in this case. Kasha was forced to reconcile with the chieftain. Aliyeah must accept you returning to Sanguinar. And the Pale Lady…”

‘The Pale Lady what?” The Gold Queen snapped. “What must she endure? She is the cause of this mess.”

“Ask yourself one question Aliyeah. Do you truly believe she wanted to discipline her own childe. Did she really want to remove his hand? Now I agree, forcing him back to Sanguinar as Nightmaster was definitely a barb but even that could be seen as a form of protection, drawing him back to her base of power where she can better watch over him.”

“You can’t possibly mean to condone what she did?”

“I don’t. I’m just saying it may not have been done with ill intent, that’s all.”

“I’m sorry Cam.” Devon offered sincerely. “You’re right. I won’t deny being the victim of hubris on occasion. I should accept the wise counsel I’m offered more often.”

The gold dragon smiled and nodded.

“And I must apologise to you too my queen. Sometimes I forget just how much my lifestyle weighs on you. Were our situations reversed I’d be sick with worry myself. I promise to work harder at being the consort… the mate you deserve.”

“Thank you my love. You don’t know what this means to me.”

Cam finally sat. She grabbed a crusty roll and some honey butter. “Oh and Darkstar. I meant what I said. Should any harm befall you while in Sanguinar I will burn that city to ash.” 

“And she’ll have help.” Maya smirked as Rayne nodded.

‘Right. I’ll be careful not to cause any more spill over.”

“See that you do.”

After breakfast Devon met with his guard again.

“Ok. I’ve decided who should accompany me to Sanguinar.”

The room went quiet waiting for the announcement. Even Tandy had stopped fidgeting.

“Rayne. You’ve been to Sanguinar before, You know the layout of the town and are familiar with some of my closer contacts. You’re least likely to draw any attention when I arrive so I’d like you along.”

The bronze dragon smiled. “Of course my lord. Makes sense.”

Maya glared at him. “Is that so. Was my warning to choose wisely not strong enough advice?”

“Indeed it was. I'm encountering enough discord in my life right now to risk angering you darlin.”

“So you decided to take Rayne?”

“Yeah. I believe I was rather clear about why. Do you not want her along with us for some reason?”

“Us...I...You mean.”

“Did you really expect me to test your temper after all we’ve been through Maya. I just assumed you’d be travelling with me. Didn’t figure you’d leave my side anyhow.”

The black dragon’s lip curled in a strange combination of smug grin and surly scowl.”

“It seems you’re smarter than I gave you credit for.”

Devon winked at her and she rolled her eyes before looking away.

“Now the rest of you will be rotated in as well. I want you all to learn the town and how to locate me in case I’m needed here or for the simple purpose of visiting your lord. In the meanwhile, Cassie I’d like you to arrange for armaments for Miss Rainsage. If she intends to sneak after me, I at least want her to be able to properly defend herself.” He handed her a scroll tube. “Give this to Hanzo. Pay him from my personal coffers.”

“As you command my lord.”

“And Tandy. You are to remain here for now.”

“What! No way! Not fair!”

“If you wish to be my guardian little pixie then you’ll need to learn to act like one.That means taking orders, keeping my secrets and not causing a scene in public. If you can’t do those things then I have no use for you as a protector. I’ll have Anika take you to whatever forest you care to live in and we can part ways as friends. If you wish to remain with me those are my terms.”

The pixie frowned and pouted. “Very well. As you command Highlord.”

“Good. Tandy I’d like you to take this time to create some of your special pixie arrows. I truly believe you and they will come in quite handy. Anika will see you have whatever materials you need.”

The pixie smiled proudly. “Of course my lord.”

“Vignette. This is going to be a challenging time. Do you feel up to the task?”

“Without question my lord. I’ll look forward to our travels together.”

“Excellent. Nika. You will be in rotation too. You won’t be confined to office duty this time. Just remember the laws of Sanguinar are harsh.” He raised his hand for effect. “No pranks, no tricks, no mischief. And I’m serious when I say I will be held responsible for any actions you take while in the Pale Lady’s lands. If you are truly to act as my guardians then please exercise caution and good judgement at all times despite what your personal feelings are toward the fey who live there and the mortals of Westport. I’ll be spending some time there too. Am I understood.”

“Yes my lord they all answered.”

“Good. Now contrary to what some may think I’m not bound to remain on the prime this time so I’ll check in regularly. If there matters that demand my attention do not hesitate to come to me.”

“Of course my lord.” They replied.

Devon exhaled heavily. ”And thank you all. I’m going to be relying heavily upon you. I appreciate the sacrifices you are all making for me. When this is all over I promise there will be celebrations.”

“Drinking?” Rayne grinned.

“Dancing?” Cassie smiled.

“Of course.”

“Perhaps we could visit the Boglands.” Maya mumbled.

“Yeah darlin. It should all be over around the same time as the Festival of the Sweet Night. We should go.”

“Swamps? Eww.” Vignette grimaced.

“Who said you were invited?” Maya replied haughtily, mocking the blue dragon’s tone.

“Hmm. Well I’m sure my lord will find the Stormlands more to his liking.”

“We can do that too. But for now let’s stay focused. No more mistakes, no more trouble.”

“Agreed.” They all answered.

“Maya. Rayne. Pack for a week. Everyone else, have packs ready to go. Any questions?”

The room fell quiet.

“Good.” Devon sat in his chair and leaned back. “What could possibly go wrong he thought....

Sanguinar...

“Darkstar? Welcome. What brings you here at such an unusual hour?” The Lycan guard inquired.

“I’m afraid I have news the Alpha will not be pleased to hear but nonetheless should hear from me.”

“I see.” The White Wolf is sleeping. Shall I wake her?”

“No. I’ll wait.”

“Very well. Please sit.”

“Thank you Indrik.”

Devon sat quietly in the foyer of the cabin waiting for her to rise. He closed his eyes focusing his sharp hearing and blindsight around him. He wasn’t afraid he would be attacked or that there was any real danger, he just wanted to be ready when she woke. Some hours later she did.

“Devon.” She said, somewhat surprised by his early morning arrival. “Is everything ok pup?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Come in. Explain.”

“I’m afraid I did something that could very well cause some hard feelings between the pack and the horde. The barbarian chieftain was in possession of a celestial artifact, one deemed far too powerful to remain in mortal hands. It's called a rune of creation. I was directed by the greater powers to retrieve it.”

“You said, was in possession.”

“I did. I went to the village as tasked by the Parliament of Concordance and hoped to remove it without being detected. Unfortunately Glaston became aware of my presence and I was forced to take it from him. I did not harm him or his people but I fear the loss of such a powerful magic item will definitely draw his ire. As a member of the pack I didn’t want my actions to reflect poorly on you or the others.”

Kasha sighed heavily. “Yet they do Devon. We’ve made great strides in improving our relationship with the barbarians. Stonehaven has few allies. Even if not by my order your actions can be interpreted as the acts of a member of my pack.”

“I understand. That’s why I’m here. I wanted you to hear it from me.”

“You’ve put me in a difficult position, pup.” She shook her head dismayed.

“I know. That’s why I’m here. I’m sorry. I had no choice.”

“The Pale Lady will not be happy.”

“The Pale Lady will understand. I assure you.”

A moment later Dyson walked in. He looked at Devon and nodded. “My Alpha. The chieftain of the barbarians is here with his shaman. He seeks an audience with you.”

“Dyson, take two others and show them in.”

He bowed and left. 

She turned her attention to Devon. “You sit over there and wait.”

Devon nodded and did as he was bade.

Dyson escorted Glaston in as two other lycans walked on either side of M’bogo. The chieftain caught sight of Devon and glared at him. Devon remained quiet but didn’t look away.

“Good morning Glaston.” Kasha greeted. “What brings you to Stonehaven?”

“Greetings Alpha. You might notice that I am without my mantle and the very rare stone affixed to it that I so proudly wore on every occasion that we’ve met.”

“I do.”

“Well that is because it was stolen from me. He…” The chieftain sneered, pointing at Devon, “... came to my home, uninvited and stole it from me. I demand it’s return. A member of your pack did this. I require restitution.”

“If I may.” Devon said. “I do not deny that I took the artifact as I have already explained but I did not do so as a member of the pack but as a representative of powers far beyond your understanding.”

The chieftain’s face was flush with anger and fury.

“I understand Glaston. I will consider your complaint and we’ll talk again shortly. For now, you may return to your village.”

He turned to look at Devon, rage welling in his face, as Dyson interposed himself. The chieftain wheeled around and left.

Kasha shook her head. “Come pup. We’re going to see the Pale Lady.”

Devon nodded and took her hand. With a shimmer they were in Wrathgate, arriving in the sitting room of Radcliffe Manor. It wasn’t long before they found themselves in her audience chamber. Claire looked at Kasha and eyed Devon curiously.

“I’ll assume there is a problem that has brought the two of you calling at the same time. What happened?”

“Lady Radcliffe, Devon stole from the barbarian chieftain, a rune of creation he calls it. Glaston blames the pack for this.”

“So.” Claire looked disinterested in the barbarian’s complaint. “A rune creation Devon?”

“Yes Lady. I returned it to the parliament and put it in the hands of the Arch Penitar herself.”

“Excellent. So why do I care if the human is angry?”

“As you know Lady, I’ve been working quite hard at strengthening the alliance between us and the horde. This could become a problem. He demands the return of the artifact.”

“Well that’s not going to happen. Is Sanguinar in danger?”

“No. But he demands…”

“I don’t care what he demands. How does he know Devon took it?”

“He saw me Lady. I took it while he was still wearing it. I had no other options.”

Claire narrowed her eyes. “You were caught? One of my most talented slayers trained by my most formidable slayer was caught by a human? Did you learn nothing from the string test?”

“He wields…”

“Silence.” She interrupted him.

“Go to this chieftain. See what he wants in compensation. He will not be getting the rune back.”

“Yes Lady.”

“Devon. You are to remain here until such time as this inconvenience is resolved. Am I clear?”

“Yes mother.”

…………………...................................................................................................

A few days later Kasha returned. Devon was summoned to the audience hall. 

“Have you come to an agreement with the human Kasha?”

“I have Lady. Tentatively and conditional on your approval.” She looked unhappy with her answer.

“So?”

“The Barbarian chieftain requests an exchange of two of his people for two of my own to settle and learn from each other’s culture.”

“Are there wolves agreeable to this?”

“There are Lady.” 

“Fine. What else.”

“He invokes the right of Hammurabi.”

Claire narrowed her eyes.

“He is a human. What makes him think he may invoke the laws of Sanguinar?”

“He is an ally and one of ours committed the crime. Devon does not deny it.”

“What’s Hammurabi?” Devon asked. “I learned all the laws of Sanguinar. Why have I not heard of this?”

“Perhaps if you spent more time among your people instead of cavorting with dragons you might.” Claire chastised him sharply.

“I’m truly sorry pup. I hate to ask it.” Kasha said with downcast eyes.

“Ask what?”

“Hammurabi. The law of glaz za glaz.”

“Eye for an eye? Does he want an artifact to replace the one I took?”

“No pup. He wants the hand that took it.”

“What? You can’t be serious.”

“Oh it’s quite serious boy. Your hand.”

Devon looked shocked by the order. “Mother, you know I had to do what I did.”

“I do, childe. And I know you got caught doing it. The laws of Sanguinar are harsh...or have you forgotten that too?”

Devon bowed. “Which hand?”

“The right.” Claire announced.

Devon removed the ring from his finger and placed in his belt pouch then extended his arm. Claire swung down with her kukri severing the limb. Devon yelped in pain as the appendage fell into a bag. Blood spurted across the room and he quickly wrapped the wound in cloth.

“Take it. The debt is paid.”

Kasha bowed as she accepted the bag.

“And you.” She scolded. “I know you can heal this quite readily so as punishment for your carelessness you are not to replace the hand for six moon cycles. Three to help you remember never to get caught in the future and three more for not killing him after you were discovered.”

“He’s Gunther’s son.” Devon replied quietly.

“Is six months not enough?”

Devon lowered his head. “Yes mother.”

“Furthermore you will return to Sanguinar and serve as Nightmaster for the duration of this decree. I won’t have anyone accuse me of showing you preferential treatment despite my proclivity to do so.”

“Lady, you know I must go to Dragon Mountain. Aliyeah will be…”

Her eyes flashed brilliant blue as the chill of a winter’s eve entered the room. “Three days boy. Set your affairs in order and return to your homeland in three days. Speak of this show of favoritism to no one.”

“Yes mother.”

“You may go. And Devon...Know that I took no pleasure in this.”

Devon bowed and shimmered away.

He reappeared in his room in the tower. He wrapped the wound tight to halt the bleeding then cast a spell to clean the splatter of blood from his clothing. He stepped out into the common area to find Holly talking with Tandy as Magister Crowley sipped tea.

“My lord! You’re back!” The pixie squealed in delight.

“What took you so long boy. Where have you been?” The magister asked.

Before he could answer the pixie let out a panicked scream. “What happened to your hand!”

The sudden yell caused all eyes in the room to fall on his severed limb.

“By the gods Devon!” Holly shouted. “What happened?”

“Zakony Sangvinara surovy.” (The laws of Sanguinar are harsh.)

“I see.” The magister said through pursed lips.

“See what?” Holly asked, confused. 

“It’s nothing Holly. I’ll be fine.”

“I’d say it’s a far cry from nothing. I’ll send Asheara to find Jarath.”

“No.” Devon said firmly. “I came to collect Tandy. I have to return to Dragon Mountain and check in. I’ll return in a few days and explain then.”

“No my lord. You should stay here with the pretty woman. I don’t think it’s safe to be around the ugly lizards.”

Holly smiled and fought back a chuckle.

“Hop up Tandy.”

The pixie fluttered to a rest on his shoulder. Devon shimmered and was gone.

He reappeared in the parlor of the Gold Spire in Dragon Mountain. His sudden appearance was noticed by Cam who happened to be in the room. Devon tucked his arm behind his back and bowed. 

“Lady Sorayan.” He smiled.

“Darkstar. Welcome home. I hear congratulations are in order.”

“For what?” Tandy yelled. “Look at his hand! She fluttered down and lifted his arm exposing the stump where his hand once had been. “And his followers did nothing to help him. Not the smelly one, not the bald one and not the arrogant one. They abandoned him and when he came back he looked like this!”

“Bahamut’s breath!” Cam screamed in shock.

“Tandy!” Devon silenced her. “Back to my office. Now! And stay there until I come for you.”

The pixie scowled. “Should have stayed with the pretty woman in the tower...Ugly lizards…” She mumbled as she left.

“You stay right there Darkstar. I’ll get a healer.”

“No Cam.” 

“No nothing. Aliyeah’s going to be…”

He was gone before she finished the sentence. He found Aliyeah brushing her hair in their bedroom.

“My queen.” He bowed.

“Hello my love. I’m told you were successful in recovering a rune of creation.”

“Indeed darling. The Rune of Power is safe with the parliament. Unfortunately not without minor cost and consequence.”

“Oh?” She asked inquisitively. “Why is your arm behind your back? What are you hiding?”

“Aliyeah. You have to promise me you won’t get angry and react hastily before I can explain.”

“Devon?” Her eyes narrowed. “What did you do now? Return to Glasya?”

“No. Of course not my love.”

“The Abyss then? I thought it was your friend Jarath who cavorted with the demons.”

“It is or was or…” He shook his head. “Not the Abyss.”

“Let’s have it Devon.”

He slowly brought the arm with his missing hand forward.

“Bahamut’s breath Devon! What happened?”

“Yeah. Cam had the same reaction.”

“I said what happened!” She demanded.

“The laws of… are harsh” He trailed off.

“The laws of what Devon. I’ve heard you say that before. The laws of where are harsh?” She was irate. Her eyes were aglow with fire as actual steam flared from her nostrils.

“Sanguinar.” He offered.

“I knew it. The damn vampires!”

“Vampyr. Vampires are…”

Her glower silenced him.

“Did Selene do this? Your great and powerful mistress, wait...I’m sorry...I meant sire?”

“No of course not. She’d never…”

“Then who?!”

Devon didn’t answer.

“I’m waiting.”

“Are you commanding me to answer my queen?” Devon hoped she would back away from her order upon sensing his discomfort. No such luck.

“You’re damn right I am. Who?!”

“The Pale Lady.”

“I knew it! That bitch. That’s it. You’re done. I don’t want you travelling to Sanguinar again. Your place is here now.”

“Aliyeah. It’s a small thing. It’ll be fine in six moon cycles.”

She looked at him incredulously. “Is your brain addled? When did this happen? Shouldn’t it have grown back already?”

Devon sighed. “I took the ring off.”

“You did what?!” 

“I got caught stealing the rune and embarrassed the Lycan Alpha. As punishment Lady Radcliffe has ordered that I leave it so for six full moon cycles as penance and to serve as a lesson not to be caught during such activities again. I must also hold the mantle of Nightmaster for this time.”

“What?! Is she insane? You recovered a rune of creation. She knows what that means. Who cares if some human savage is angry. You’re above such creatures. And lastly I don’t give a kobald’s spit what she orders you to do. You belong to me now.”

“Heart and soul my love. But you know what I am. And my blood oath demands I hold true to my word.”

“How could she maim you like that? What is wrong with her?” The gold dragon did not hide her disgust. 

“It wasn’t anything she wanted to do. The laws…”

“How can you defend those monsters?”

“It could have been much worse. And Aliyeah... they’re still my family.”

“Some family you have there Devon. The love they show you is overwhelming. We’re not going to argue about this. I’ll summon a healer and regenerate your hand.”

“No.”

“Excuse me?” She hissed.

“Aliyeah. I will do as you command. You know this. But if you force me to disobey the Pale Lady’s judgement I’ll have lost my honor. Will you really shame me in such a way?”

“Healing you is shameful but maiming you preserves your honor? Perhaps it’s not just Jenna who needs to see your past to understand this insanity. You know what… Fine. Wait your six moon cycles but you are to go nowhere without a guardian. And I’ll be having a talk with the lot of them as well. They’ll be receiving some instructions of my own. This madness needs to stop.”

She charged past him. 

“Could you command Cam not to summon healers?”

She wheeled back and scowled. “You’re the Highlord. Command her yourself.”

Devon lowered his head like a chastised child. “If it pleases my queen I’d just like to get some rest. Would it be ok if I just slept for a bit.

Aliyeah glared at him. “Yeah. Do that. Maybe you’ll come to your senses and forego this ridiculous idea of honor you have.”

As she opened the door Cam and Jenna were waiting just outside. Jenna rushed in. “Uncle! Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, princess.”

She looked mournfully at his hand. “You look pretty far from fine to me uncle.”

“Jenna sweetie. Would you do your auntie a favor and stay with him until I return?”

“Of course Auntie Aliyeah.” The young princess replied.

The Gold Queen smiled weakly before snarling at her consort.

“I’ve already summoned a healer Aliyeah.”

“No healer Cam. Not until he asks for it.”

Cam sighed and shook her head. “I’ll wait here for you to return.”

“Thanks.” Aliyeah replied and stormed down the hallway.

Cam stared at him for a long moment then closed the door.

…………………………………………………..

“...then the Highlord flicked his wrist and he was holding the mantle. It was incredible. Two buckles undone and yanked from over the top of the savage’s head while standing across the room. The young stinky one was stunned. He growled and spit and then I blinked and the Highlord was gone.”

“Timestop.” Maya whispered to Rayne who nodded.

“Anyway. I went back to the tower but he wasn’t there. I was about to go after him and protect him because his other followers were standing around doing nothing, when the big stinky one in the animal furs said he had gone to return the rune to the... parliament? I think. My lord appeared a few minutes later and announced he had turned the rune over to an Arch Penitar, whatever that is. Then he said he needed to go to Sanguinar to speak to a Kasha and warn her that the savages might attack. He was gone before I could latch onto him. Hours passed and his disloyal followers disbanded to go I don’t know where, leaving only me, the pretty woman and the old magister waiting for him. When he finally came back days later he was missing a hand!”

The five dragons stared at her stunned.

“Say that again.” Maya growled.

“I’m sure she’s mistaken,'' Cassie offered.

“No, she’s not.” Aliyeah announced from the entryway to the office.

“My queen.” They all stood and bowed. Tandy looked around, shrugged her shoulders and bowed as well.

Aliyeah was still visibly upset. “Let me make this as clear as I possibly can. He goes NOWHERE without at least one of you escorting him. Am I understood?”

“Yes my queen.” They all answered.

“What happened?” Cassie asked.

“The Pale Lady. That’s what.”

Maya growled and the air grew thick with the acrid odor of acid.

“Why would she? Surely she wouldn’t. Devon is…” Rayne fumbled for words. 

“Devon is missing a hand and she is the cause of it.”

“My queen.” Vignette began. “Why does he not have the wound healed? Surely it can’t be too difficult to replace.”

Aliyeah glowered at the blue dragon. “Why not ask him.”

Maya lunged forward. “Where is the Highlord now my queen?”

“I left him in my bed chamber.”

“Alone my queen? Won’t he?” Nika started to ask.

“He’ll do nothing without my approval until he heals. And nothing alone. Cam is just outside and Jenna is sitting with him.”  

“Well I’d very much like to have a word with my lord, my queen.” Maya hissed.

Rayne nodded. “I think we all would.”

“Good. Maybe you can reason with him. He’s too stubborn to listen to me.”

…………………………………………………………...  

“I don’t understand uncle. Why would she do such a cruel thing to you? I thought she favored you.”

“She does. That’s why she took my right. Were she really angry she’d have demanded my left. It holds more significance among the vampyr. The idea she’d have me leave it so is to test my loyalty and anger my queen. The Pale Lady probably hopes Aliyeah will cast me out for abiding by her command. Then she’d be free to arrange a match for me.”

“To Selene?”

“More than likely princess. Yes.”

“Auntie would never… There’s no way she would forsake you for a petty power play.”

“No. I don’t think so either. Though she could make things more difficult for me.”

“She is about as angry as I’ve ever seen. Losing a limb is a terrible thing to a dragon. Even for a short time.”

“I know. And my refusal to replace it along with the idea that I must return to Sanguinar only makes things worse.”

“What will you do?”

“Endure your grace. If life here has taught me anything it’s the virtue of patience.”

Jenna smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder. “Fear not uncle. I’ll not abandon you. I’ll help you get through this calamity.”

“Thank you, your grace.”

The door opened and the Gold Queen stood in the entry. Her mood had not improved in the least and Devon sensed she was not the only dragon beyond the portal. Behind her just to her side he could make out the cold eyes and angry stare of Maya.

“Jenna sweetheart, I believe Devon should rest for a bit. I’ll stay with him until it’s time for his meeting with his personal guard this evening.”

“Of course auntie.” The gold dragon said as she stood. She paused however holding her uncle’s eyes with her own. He nodded slightly and she left. 

“What am I to do with you? You obviously do not shy away from discipline and do not fear even the most dire of consequences.”

He remained silent.

She sighed heavily. “If I didn’t love you so I wouldn’t be so angry.”

“I apologize, my queen. I know I don’t make life as easy as I should for you.”

“Easy no. Better?...Without question. I can’t imagine living without you.”

“Nor I without you Aliyeah.”

“I don’t blame you for this. I sometimes forget you’ve only lived a wyrmling’s years and your choices are sometimes informed by your inexperience. Despite your vast power and resourcefulness you still fall prey to the manipulations of those you name ally.” She paused for a moment, obviously deep in thought. “What would you be willing to offer in return for my acquiescence to your decision to serve this unreasonable discipline.”

“Anything you desire my love.”

“It’s settled then. I’ll allow you to complete this ridiculous penance, to fulfill your oath. In return I will have an oath of my own.”

“I’ve already sworn you my love and fealty. What more could I possibly offer.”

The Gold Queen smiled. “I’ve lived a long time and learned much over those years, you know. It took me a little time to collect myself but now that I’ve regained control of my emotions I see this for what it really is.”

“Oh?”

“Another attempt by the Pale Lady to drive a wedge between us, to reclaim you as her own. I won’t allow it.”

Devon said nothing instead he listened carefully to Aliyeah’s words.

“So if it’s an oath she demands you live by and only oaths she recognizes you’ll be taking one final vow. Devon Darkstar, will you agree to accept the Oath of Concord upon your return, to be mated with me for life and pledge yourself to me in perpetuity?”

Devon considered her words carefully before answering. “I will, my queen.”

“The Pale Lady will not be happy.” She smirked. “Though once so sworn she will have no sway over you. She can punish you for violations in her lands but can demand no more of you as long as I live.”

“Are you certain this is what you want Aliyeah?”

The gold dragon smiled as she draped her arms around him. “Without question.”

Devon was already there sitting at a table with Holly to his left and young Madalyn to his right. She had insisted she sit next to Devon. Alayne chose a seat directly across from her daughter and Asheara had saved a very special place for Jarath next to her.

“Welcome child. Please sit.”

The magister had used a magical horn to create a feast for her guests. She also had wine and whiskey brought up from the cellar as a treat. She smiled as she watched Holly reach her arm around Devon, as she so often did, and whisper into his ear. Asheara for her part made sure Jarath was shown every courtesy, from pouring his whiskey to offering him each of the various courses. It wasn't hard to see that she still held a fondness for him. She would stare at him for just a little too long and when he spoke to her, her face lit up with joy. 

“It’s a sorry state of affairs my children…” The Magister began. “...To see our Lord Mayor consumed by that horrible creature. Whatever would cause Eugenius to enter such a pact is beyond even my understanding.”

“He was a broken man magister.” Devon offered. 

“Come now. That was what...twenty odd years ago.”

“And still…some wounds never heal. It’s the only reasoning I can make of it. Despite how he treated me, he was a good man.”

“Yes well...that travesty aside... yes. Things would have been much different had you been allowed to remain full time in my care.”

Devon felt a tug at the bottom of his hair. “Indeed.” Holly smirked.

“Magister. I hate to bring business to the table but could you have a look at this? Devon and I recovered it in Stygia. It’s a contract for the mayor’s soul or at least I’m told as much.” Jarath began.

“I’ll have nothing to do with that.” She said in disapproval.

“I understand. I just would like a wiser eye to determine its validity.”

She took the scroll and began to read. “I’m no expert in infernal packs mind you but this appears to be in order.”

“Does it say who purchased the soul?”

“Honestly boy. Does the chantry not instruct literacy?"

Jarath remained quiet.

"And did they not teach you to read in Sanguinar? I thought you two received a proper education there.” She said with a hint of annoyance. “Here child. See. Recognize the name? You Jarath. You own his soul.”

Jarath looked repulsed. “So when I purchased it…”

“Ownership transferred to you.” She raised an eyebrow. “Magic”

“We’ll have to free him.” Jarath said looking at Devon.

“Are you still in contact with her boy? Do you know where to find her?”

“Yes magister.” Devon answered his mentor.

“Then may I suggest bringing his soul to her. It is more generosity than he deserves from you but still the right thing to do.”

“Of course magister.” Devon bowed.

“I want to dance.” Maddy said, grabbing at Devon’s arm.

“Oh Mads no. Devon’s eating. And we’re company here. It's not proper.” Alayne said.

Madalyn sulked a bit.

“Nonsense. You wouldn’t be the first girl I taught to dance here… but definitely the first princess.”

Holly smirked and looked away.

Alayne watched with affection then sighed as Devon lifted Mads from her chair and began to dance with her, explaining the steps as she clung tightly to him.

“I know.” Holly whispered to Alayne. “He’s quite unique.”

The widow smiled. “Indeed.”

“The Lady Keira Calmwater.” An acolyte announced as she followed him into the room. “Her eyes found Jarath and then drifted to Asheara.

“Keira child. Welcome. So nice to see you. Please sit.” She looked to Jarath. “Be a good lad and grab her a chair would you?”

Jarath quickly rose and embraced her. “Of course magister.” He briefly considered forcing the chair between him and Asheara but thought better of it instead placing it in the open space to his right. “What brings you here?” Jarath asked.

“The Arch Penitar is looking for you...both of you.” She said as she watched Devon twirling Mads around while the little girl laughed with glee.

“She can wait.” Jarath said pointedly as he poured Keira some wine. “Sit. Eat.”

“Is it wise to keep her waiting child?” The magister asked.

“No. But I’m going to anyway.” He grinned.

The wizened mage shook her head in disapproval. “You’ve spent too much time with that one.” She said pointing to Devon who was still playing with Mads. “You’ve obviously acquired his defiance.”

Jarath grinned.

Keira shrugged her shoulders and they stayed for dessert and after dinner cordials.

“We really should be going.” Keira finally suggested with a hint of stiffness. “If you two are done playing?” 

Mads looked a little sad. “Will I see you again soon?”

“Yes sweet princess. And next time I’ll make sure your Auntie Maya comes as well.”

The child brightened up immediately, throwing her arms around Devon and hugging him tight. Alayne rose and hugged him as well. “Thank you for everything Devon.”

He nodded and smiled. Holly stood to embrace him. She whispered in his ear and kissed his cheek. “Be safe.”

Asheara smiled and offered her farewells too. She put her arms around Jarath and he could smell the scent of a fruit-floral fragrance with notes of strawberry, violet leaves and jasmine.

Keira rolled her eyes and looked away. 

Holly took notice. “Ok. That’s enough. Off you go. Bye.”

“Magister.” Devon bowed.

“Farewell child. Don’t be a stranger. Remember you always have a home here.”

“Thank you.” He smiled.

Keira took them both by the hand, squeezing Jarath’s with a bit more emphasis and then they were gone.

He sat up and felt for the wound in his shoulder. There was nothing but smooth skin. “Good Maya. Thank you.” 

“Let me have a look at you.” She sat on the edge of the bed and examined him. She ran her finger over the locations where injury and infection had once been. She nodded her approval. “Should we test it?”

He nodded and stretched out his forearm.

“I’m sorry my lord.” Maya said as she extended the claws in her right hand and dug them deep into his forearm drawing blood.

Devon winced in pain.

She quickly uncapped a healing salve and wiped the ointment on his broken flesh. It mended together instantly with no wound left to see. She exhaled in relief. “Thank the goddess.”

“I’m going to see Aliyeah. I’m hoping she’s had time to cool off a bit.”

“Shall I come with my lord?”

“No Maya. Relax you’ve earned it. Besides this is something I need to work out alone.”

“Of course my lord.” She smiled. “And Devon...Good luck.”

Devon dressed and hugged his friend. “Glad to have ya back darlin.” He shimmered from Maya’s cave, back to the bedroom he shared with Aliyeah.

She was sitting in a chair looking out of a window into the clear sky of the dragon realm.

“My queen.” He said softly.

“Oh...it’s you. Didn't I just dismiss you?” Her tone was cold and stiff.

“That was three days ago my queen.”

“Like I said...just.”

“If I have so offended you my queen, I’ll gladly offer my throat and end my life.” He drew the Truesilver Kukri from its sheath.  “Should you command it.” He fell to a knee and bowed his head.

She glared at him. “Stand up vampyr. Sheath your blade. You are not in Sanguinar.”

He did as she bid and rose to his feet. “I’m sorry to have upset you Aliyeah. It was never my intention to do so. I just needed time to explain. Time your healers would not have allowed.”

“Well then, you have time now. Explain.”

“Where do I start?”

“How about with the injuries you were hiding from me. The ones that could not be healed. Tell me why?”

“They were inflicted by Glasya, The Devil Queen of Suffering and Archduchess of the Sixth. The wounds were the price I paid for the information I acquired to rescue Chalice. Without her help we would never have even known where to look, let alone how to survive a rescue attempt.”

“I’m well aware of your relationship with her. You told me about it years ago... Though I still very much disapprove of it.”

“Some things can only be learned from our enemies.”

“If Glasya was not the secret you were keeping then why did you not tell me of the wounds?”

“I feared you would worry for my well being. That you would order I remain by your side until I recovered. Had you commanded me to do so I of course would have obeyed, my queen.”

“And what would have been wrong with that.” She challenged.

“We only had a short window with which to work, even by human standards. Glasya informed me that Chalice was being held by Dispater at the behest of Hextor. I also learned Asmodeus had called for a meeting of all the devil lords and that they had to appear in person. Dispater is a paranoid recluse and the command of Asmodeus is the only reason he would venture from the safety of the Iron Tower and even then only for a few short hours. Had you commanded me to stay the mission would have been a failure and the three days I spent as her...guest would have been for naught.”

Her frown turned to worry and she rose. “What did she do to you?”

“Things I’d rather not relive even in words. But if you really wish to know, command me and I will tell you… what I can remember at least.”

The gold dragon sighed. “No. I won’t do that to you. It’s not how a queen should treat the man she loves.”

“Thank you Aliyeah.” He exhaled in relief. “She revels in suffering. She made it so my injuries would have to heal naturally and any attempt to mitigate them with arcane or divine intervention would instead work opposite of their desired effect.”

“For how long?” She gently pressed her hand to his chest.

“The affliction passed when I returned to full health.”

“How did you hide it so well?”

“I went to Maya. She bound my wounds and, as you would have wanted, demanded I refrain from accompanying my allies to Dis.”

“As well she should have.” She paused in thought for a moment. “So Maya knew?” She slanted her eyes.

“And only Maya, outside of my friends that is...who learned a little after the fact.”

“I’ll be having a word with your escort.” 

“She was going to tell you. We argued about it. I even ordered her not to. Though I knew she wouldn’t keep it from you when I refused to stay behind. I shimmered away before she could alert you to my condition. I can only guess she was taken before she had the chance. She is loyal to my queen. If there is any fault to be found, it is with me Aliyeah.”

“Fair enough. Why not return here and recover after you returned with Chalice.” 

“After we met with the Arch Penitar and Jarath left to return her to her father I was met by the Lady Aubrey Yldranas who had been searching for Maya. She asked me if I had seen her sister. I tried to summon her to no avail, so she asked if I would meet with the Black Queen. Seeing no danger in it, I visited the Sunken Fen only to learn of the kidnapped dragons. I immediately returned to you for instructions, my queen.”

“How did I not notice then?”

“I learned to mask it well and kept a safe distance. To be fair my love there was a lot happening and your attention was drawn in many directions at once.”

“I’m sorry Devon. Had I known, I would have delayed your departure.”

“And that is why I kept it a secret. I am intimately familiar with the suffering inflicted by the denizens of hell. I did not want any of our people to endure a moment more of it than they needed to, and Maya even more so. I felt responsible for her disappearance as it was.”

“How so.”

“She was so upset when I left and knew you’d be furious. Perhaps her thoughts were on what she needed to tell you instead of her surroundings, how duty to you must take precedence over her loyalty to me.”

“You can not know that Devon. You are not to blame for that evil.” She said, taking his hands.

“Maybe...Maybe not. But I did swear to administer the justice of the Black Flight upon whomever was responsible, the same justice I know you would see done yourself. And I’m not finished yet.” 

The gold queen’s expression softened. “You make me look good you know. You always seem to represent me in the best light. There is much talk about the queen’s highlord and how much he does at her behest.” She laughed a little. “Half would be a generous assessment. Even in such dire condition as you were, you let the credit fall to me.” She smiled. “You knew it would strengthen support for my rule among the nobles.”

“You give yourself too little credit my love. You did send me to find them.” He replied. 

“And you knew I would not have, had I been aware of the serious nature of your affliction.”

He bowed his head.

“And then I insulted you and sent you away.”

“You were angry and rightfully so. I should not have kept my affliction from you. No need to fret. It’ll take more than words to drive me away from you, my queen.”

She draped her arms around his neck. “You make excuses for my bad behavior. Must you shield me from everything, even guilt.”

“I live to serve my queen.”

“I was hoping you’d say that...”

“Of course Highlord. How may I serve the crown?” The gold dragon bowed.

“I seek knowledge on Stygia as it relates to the ecology of the plane and its ruling lord Levistus. Any information on politics, rumors and expected dangers would prove most helpful.”  

“Does my lord intend to travel there?”

“It’s beginning to appear that way, at least that’s the direction my investigation is leading me.”

“Very well my lord. Let me get the books you require.”

Master Xoivun returned with several librams he felt could be useful. Devon quickly paged through the volumes, skimming headings and sections until he found the information he needed. He continued to read through the books until he heard a very familiar voice carrying across the silent space.

“There you are uncle. Look who’s come to call.”

Devon looked up to see Jenna escorting Jarath and Gunther. She stepped away from their guests to stand behind him, placing her hand almost protectively on his shoulder.

“The Lord Marshal says he’s arranged for travel to Stygia from the Elemental Plane of Air. You are to meet Lord Stallac at Armun Kelisk... should you so choose.”

“Thank you Jenna.”

“Of course uncle.” She said with a bright smile before kissing him on the cheek and departing.

Jarath was looking around in wonderment. The sheer scale of the library felt overwhelming compared to the private collection of books they kept at the hunting lodge. “Learn anything useful?” He asked. “How do you find anything here?” 

“Librarians.” Devon grinned.

“It must be nice…”

The two exchanged the findings of their research as Gunther listened in. After a short time they departed for Armun Kelisk arriving in the receiving chamber of the Diamond Citadel. Within minutes they were joined by Stallac, Ziva and djinn dressed in the garb of the royal guard. 

“Hello my friends.” Ziva smiled and embraced her allies. She hugged Devon then withdrew, eying him for a moment and continued. “Ty vyglyadish' uzhasno. Vy dolzhny puteshestvovat'?” (You look terrible. Should you be travelling?)

Devon forced a grin. “YA v poryadke. Ne bespokoysya.” (I'm fine. Don't worry.)

She gave him a stern look of disapproval. “Lzhets.” (Liar.)

“Keep an eye on him Stallac.” She said rather firmly.

“Him? He’s fine.”

Ziva shook her head as Jarath nodded in understanding. “Kushu will take you to Stygia. Unfortunately once you get there you’ll be on your own.”

“Aren’t we always?” Gunther said with his usual snark.

“Sadly far too often, except for the aid that that we four provide you.” She again looked to Devon. “I know how much Maya means to you but it won’t serve anyone to have you throw your life away trying to save her.”

Devon winked but didn’t answer. 

“Vy pochti tak zhe razocharovany, kak etot.” (You are nearly as frustrating as this one.) She said squeezing Stallac’s hand.

“YA probuyu vashu milost'.” (I try your grace.)

She shook her head in reproach once more. “Be careful. All of you. Please.”

The group bowed and disappeared in a swirl of air with their guide.

They reappeared in Stygia where Jarath called upon Heironeous to protect them from the cold and intolerant climate of the plane. Their eyes took in a vast ocean of saltwater that was almost completely frozen with its surface almost entirely covered in ice floes and icebergs that crowded and completely covered the ocean. Far in the distance they could make out what they believed to be the Styx, though it somehow kept its dark, oily water separated from the saltwater as it meandered through the layer as if it were crossing a plain. They moved in the direction of a great iceberg hoping it would lead them to Tantlin, the City of Ice, the largest city of the layer. An hour into their trek they came across two ice devils fighting over a sword laying on the ground between them.

“What do you make of that?” Jarath asked.

“I’m not sure. Let’s kill them and find out.” Gunther responded.

“Is that a sword?” Stallac asked.

Devon took a few steps closer and reached out with his hand. The weapon launched itself from the ground finding a home in his grasp. “It’s magical but there’s not much more I can say about it right now.” He said sliding it into a bag. The devil’s continued skirmishing, none the wiser that the object they both fought to possess was gone.

They walked for some hours more as the frigid cold became sleet and rain, hampering their eyesight and making for miserable travel. The weather broke as they reached a bridge constructed of ice connecting the solid sheet of frozen ground they walked upon with a rather large iceberg. They were no more than halfway across when Devon stopped. He could feel something approaching, something large. He turned about just in time to see Stallac torn from the bridge and dragged beneath the icy water by a shark.

“Stallac!” he yelled and pointed, directing the attention of his comrades to the rolling waves. “Shark!”

Jarath raced over to him. “Hate to ask brother but can you turn me into something that can breathe water and swim, A merman perhaps?”

Devon nodded and cast the incantation transforming the priest. A trickle of blood leaked from his nose. Jarath immediately dove in. Devon raced to the edge trying to find them in the water but the murky surface obstructed his vision. He looked back to Gunther for a quick moment and dove in. He breathed the frigid water in and swam after the beast that had taken his friend. It wasn’t long before the trail of blood from his nose attracted others. He quickly intercepted the creature, slashing at it with his twin kukris. 

Jarath screamed, “No!”, as more blood darkened the sea around them drawing more and more sharks to them. 

Mere seconds later the beast seemed to split of its own accord and Stallac burst from it’s belly as if he had been birthed by the shark. No sooner was he free then the flesh of the monster began to close. Devon hurriedly grasped Stallac and then Jarath. His body shimmered as it vanished, reappearing on the ice bridge a few feet from Gunther. He fell over coughing as blood splattered from his mouth on the frozen walkway.

“Uh guys...we have to move. Now!” Gunther yelled.

Several gargantuan sharks were closing in on the bridge fast. They hurried across barely escaping the creatures as they flung themselves from the water over the expanse. 

They walked across the tundra for hours and hours. If not for the protective magic of their priest they would have certainly died from frostbite. Yet continue on they did. Once again Devon held the group fast as he pointed off into the distance. A grotesquely fat devil with green scaly skin and no neck was struggling to move a sled packed with chests. He wore regal finery indicating high station yet his attempts to move the obviously overweight transport looked comical. Devon vanished from sight as Jarath and Stallac approached the amnizu. Gunther chose to keep his distance not wanting Hadrylis to give them away.

“Hail.” Jarath called out. “Where are you trying to go with that?”

The devil straightened his embroidered vestments and stood tall. “I am a regent of Tantlin. I’m returning to the city.”

“We’re heading there as well. Perhaps we could help each other.”

“Indeed. You transport the sled for me and I’ll write you a writ of safe passage for seven days. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Stallac opened his portable hole and as soon as air vented the space there was a rushing stench of death and decay wafting from the long dead and rotting corpses of the devils he forgot had been in there for more than two weeks.

“Ugh. Stinks like Gunther’s bath water.” Devon hissed. “Here.” He added tossing his portable hole at the ground near Jarath’s feet.

“Sorry about that.” Jarath apologised.

The devil shrugged his shoulders with indifference. 

They loaded the sleigh into the empty extradimensional space and ventured on. The trupe was stopped at the gate by a group of ice devils demanding to see their writ. One in particular seemed a bit more aggressive and forward. “Hurry. I said present your pass!”

The amnizu looked at the fiend with a bored expression. “Move aside. You know very well who I am. And they are with me.”

“No one gets in without a writ.” It snarled. “Perhaps I will kill you all. Yes?”

“No.” The amnizu reached into a pouch and drew a wooden paddle. He reached back and slapped the ice devil in the head, sending it tumbling off the edge of the walkway and into the river styx. Its companions began to shriek with laughter. “You’ve had your fun. Now move!” 

The group of devils split and allowed them through. They followed him to an official looking building, walking in behind him. The structure was massive on the inside, obviously magically enhanced to be much larger than its exterior indicated. 

“You can place them over there.” He announced casually while he walked into an office. He retrieved a document from a draw, scrawled some writing then sealed it with wax. “Here you are. As promised. Seven days. Our business is concluded. Away with you.”

The group bowed and left. 

The city was fairly busy with all manner of fiend about. There were of course tieflings and a smattering of other races but few of the humans they encountered were alive. Most were petitioners or the damned who had sold their souls in an infernal pact. They walked toward the market and were challenged by a gang of spined devils led by an erinyes who watched with keen interest a few paces behind them. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” One sneered.

“The markets.” Devon answered.

‘We run this part of town. You’ll have to pay us if you wish to continue on alive. Otherwise I’ll tear you apart.”

“I don’t think so.” Devon again answered calmly.

“What?!” The creature drew a wicked curved blade.

“You’re about to inconvenience us both.” Devon warned the devil as he drew the kukris from his belt.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” The erinyes offered.

“Yes human. Listen to Sharvynia.” His spikes bristled as he spoke.

“I was talking to you Suran.” She grinned maliciously as she eyed the pendant on Devon's neck. “That one is not to be trifled with.”

“Whoah.” We have a writ a passage.” Jarath interrupted.

“Let me see that.” She walked over a pace from Devon and winked. She reviewed the document and handed it back to Jarath. “You’re lucky Suran. Their papers are in order. Now it’s against the law to attack them and get yourself killed.” She smirked. 

Devon sheathed his blades and bowed slightly.

“The Duelist’s Chasm!” The devil yelled. “Meet me there and I’ll rend the flesh from your bones, mortal.”

“I’m busy.” Devon said turning away.

“Coward. Meet me at the chasm if you dare. Meet me I said! Or are you too afraid of death!”

Devon ignored his jibes and headed into the markets along with his friends. They secured a room at ‘The Drunken Mephit’ before venturing out into the city to visit the library.

The Library of Tantlin housed stacks and stacks of books and was truly a wonder to behold. Glass cases were fitted to desks allowing patrons to review the ancient tomes without actually handling them. The librarians proved quite helpful and Jarath along with Devon spent the rest of the day perusing various librams. They decided to copy a particular volume containing interesting lore about the dragonspawn. As they made their way back to the inn they chanced upon Bar’ath. The tiefling merchant they met in the Ribcage. He was hawking his wares from his cart in the square. 

“My friends!” He shouted as they approached. “We meet again!”

“Greetings Bar’ath…” Jarath began. “We were wondering, might you have any knowledge to sell with regard to Stygia, the city and it’s lord?”

He rummaged through the cart. “Ah there we are.” He said, withdrawing a leather bound book. “What would you like to know?”

“All of it.” Devon answered. “How much for the book?”

“Oh I couldn’t sell this particular volume. It contains all the knowledge I have amassed over the years of my travels. Things not found anywhere else.”

“I see.” Devon paused. “Could I copy it?”

“Four thousand gold pieces.”

“Agreed.” Devon moved to the rear of the cart where Bar’ath had dropped a table for his use.

“Might you have anything else that may be of interest?” Jarath asked.

“Aside from my many books? Hmm… I have contracts should you be so inclined to purchase souls. They do come in handy for trade in the Nine Hells.”

‘What kind of contracts?”

“Ahh, I have many.” He produced a box containing dozens of sealed scrolls etched with infernal runes. “This one is a lord of Waterdeep. Aren’t you from the prime?”

“Yeah. How much for that one.”

“I’m sorry my friend but I would need at least a quarter million gold for it. It’s value is far beyond your understanding.”

“Wow. Could you do any better?” Jarath asked.

“Afraid not. Here how about this one. Very cheap. A mayor from a town called Westport Manor.” You can have it for two thousand gold.” 

“Yeah. I’ll take it.” Jarath paid the merchant. “How does this scroll cost so little and the other so much? What’s the difference.”

“Sphere of influence and status.” Bar’ath shook his head. “Here. Take a thousand gold back just to show you how worthless this wretch is.”

“Thank you.” Jarath said gratefully as he placed the contract in his pouch.

Devon finished his transfer of words and they said their farewell to the tiefling. They returned to the Drunken Mephit to read and rest. Jarath and Stallac returned to the library to continue their research but after spending the day there found little else of use for their quest. 

“Is it possible we’re looking in the wrong part of Stygia?” Jarath asked.

“Tiamat has worked with Set in the past. It is possible they are cavorting again. We could head to Ankhwugaht.” Devon offered.

Another day passed. Devon tried to sleep away his affliction while Gunther meditated in a futile attempt to silence Hadrylis and his constant urge to kill every devil in the city. The barbarian stood and without a word left the room.

“Hey. Where are you going?” Stallac asked. Gunther drew his weapon, ignoring the question.

“Shit.” Jarath yelled rousing Devon and the three quickly trailed after their comrade.

Gunther seemed to have a maniacal grin on his face as he eyed his first victim. Devon reached out placing his hand on his shoulder just before he stepped into full view of the crowded tavern and whispered. “Imobliaré.” The barbarian froze in place. Stallac rushed over grabbing hold of him and raced for the door. He was no more than a few yards from the entrance when he teleported back to their room with a rush of wind, taking his ally with him. They were only in the room for a moment when Gunther disappeared in orbs of light.

Jarath concentrated on locating the barbarian. “Shit! Shit! He’s downstairs!” Jarath yelled again as the three raced down the stairs again. 

They entered the tavern just in time to see a flash of light. A celestial honey badger had been brought forth. The creature raced toward the nearest devil attacking it but missing its mark with its claws.

Devon dispelled the magic energy that powered Hadryllis rendering it inert. Stallac once again whisked Gunther back to the room. Devon cast an incantation dismissing the badger before any harm could befall it. He followed behind Jarath pinching his nose in an attempt to hold back the flow of blood he felt running over his lip.. Once through the door he succumbed to another fit of coughing with more blood spitting from his mouth and leaking from his right eye.

Jarath examined Gunther carefully waiting to see if the magic sword would whisk him away again. After a few tense minutes he turned to Devon. “Free him.”

The mage waved his hand and the magic binding their friend left him.

Gunther shook his head trying to clear the haze from his mind.

“You good?” The priest asked.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?” 

“Nevermind.” Jarath grinned.

Hadrylis had resumed his telepathic screaming so he sat and meditated once more.

They chose to spend one more night in Tantlin, deciding to head out in the morning for Ankhwugaht, the realm of Set.

They trekked across frozen tundra for the better part of the day. Devon had the lead followed by Gunther, Jarath and Stallac. They had moved across the featureless landscape without encountering another soul. Devon felt the sweep of air blowing past him, if not it's cold bite. One step snow the next...sand? Arctic wind became desert heat. He moved a few more steps before looking back. He was alone. Though his solitude was short lived as Gunther suddenly appeared from a ripple in the air. They waited and soon the four friends were reunited.

“Tracks.” Devon said kneeling down for a closer look. Looks to head off toward that pyramid.”

“Lead on.” Jarath agreed.

He only moved a few yards when he stopped again. “Look. Out toward the horizon. Is that a mummy? Those are definitely skeletons.” He pointed out several groups that seemed to be converging on them. 

They hastily broke for the pyramid. Inside there were rivulets of lava curling through hand worked stone. They could hear the shuffling of feet as the undead stalking them moved ever closer. Lava began to over flow and steam as it hit the edge of the basin.

“The water.” Jarath suggested before diving into the pool. They swam down into a submerged cave and broke the surface emerging on the other side. The party was in a large chamber with multiple doors and paths, some obstructed by cave-ins and others pools of liquid magma. Searching the structure proved difficult between the natural hazards and encounters with dragonspawn.

“Defilers.” Devon said in disgust. “Whoever did this dies.”

“You’ll get no argument from us.” Gunther reassured, indicating he was speaking for himself and his magic blade.

“First things first. We find your people.” Jarath counseled.

Devon nodded but they all knew that finding the missing dragons would not be the end of it for him.

When all the stone paths had been searched Stallac suggested they might have to swim through the magma if they were to find any additional rooms.

Devon opened his portable hole allowing his friends to enter, closed it, then shapechanged into a young red dragon. He was able to swim safely through the lava and found several additional chambers, the last of which led to a bridge over the magma. They crossed and found themselves on a plateau that had been set up as an incubator. Nests of dragon eggs of all colors were situated about. Devon’s eyes were drawn to the many cages that also had been arranged about the room.

“Maya!” He yelled, racing to his cohort. The cage ws enchanted but not trapped. He picked the lock and the black dragon lifted her head groggily. He reached in and gently drew her out, cradling her lithe form in his arms. “I’ve got you darlin.”

“Devon?” She questioned in a haze. “You shouldn’t be here. You’re not well my lord.” She scolded weakly, laying her head into his shoulder and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Free the others.” He exclaimed and his allies set to smashing locks and liberating the captive dragons. “Is everyone accounted for?” Devon asked, still holding Maya.

“The eggs my lord. Gather the eggs. Do not leave them behind.”

Stallac opened his portable hole once more allowing the putrefied contents to spill out. He gathered anything he considered of value and then he and Gunther loaded the eggs into the remaining space. Devon offered his portable hole as well and both quickly became filled to capacity. 

Jarath counted the dragons and satisfied they had found everyone reported missing, invoked Heironeous and his prayer of forbiddance rendering the place inhospitable and unreachable by magical means. 

Devon steadied Maya to her feet then reached out with his hand summoning a beam of green energy that disintegrated the incubator.  

Satisfied for now, Jarath called on the group to take hold of each other and him. With a scintillating flash of orbing light the entirety of the group was propelled through the planes and back to the audience chamber where Aliyeah was still holding court. The collective of dragons gasped in shock by the unheralded arrival. 

“Apologies for the interruption, my queen.” Devon announced. ”But we have returned with the missing dragons as you commanded.” And then bowed as raucous cheers and celebration consumed the room. 

Some of the noble families rushed to their rescued kin and hurried away while others chose to wait hoping to hear the tale of how they were recovered.

Aliyeah rushed over to Devon and hugged him tight. Then smiled and nodded to his allies. As she broke away her eyes examined him head to toe. “You look terrible. What happened? You’re hurt.”

“I’m fine my love.” He choked out while beads of sweat trailed off his brow. Jarath could you help her?”

“I don’t require help. I’m fine.” The black dragon replied.

Aliyeah stared at him, her face full of worry. “No you’re not. Heal him now.” She ordered with sincere concern in her voice. Two of her queensguard, priests of Bahamut stepped forward.

“Don’t touch me.” He growled. Maya grabbed his hand and drew him back a step.

They paused looking at their queen.

“I gave an order!”

The priests continued forward.

“Forgive me my queen.” He looked at Maya. “Ready to go home?”

She nodded and they shimmered away.

“Where did he go?” She glared at Jarath. “What happened to him?”

“I’m afraid, your grace, that his wounds can not be healed by magic. Only time and natural recovery will set him right.”

“Explain.” She hissed.

“Apologies your grace, but that is his place to do so. Not mine. Save to say he will be fine with proper rest.”

She looked at Stallac who stared at his feet. She turned her attention to Gunther.

“I’d better inform the Arch Penitar of our return.” Orbs of white light flashed and he was gone.

She looked at Cam. “I want him found and brought to me. Send scouts to anywhere he may have gone. Rayne, Cassie go to the Boglands and bring him home if he is there. He left with Maya. It's probable that’s where he’s off to.”

“Yes my queen.” The three dragons answered in unison. Cam took a moment to glare at Jarath on her own. “Scown.” She scowled and left.

“Well if there is nothing more your grace. I should be off as well. Matters of church and state, you understand.”

Aliyeah frowned but nodded.

…………………………………………………………………………..

Devon reappeared outside the throne room of the Sunken Fen. 

“Darkstar!” Coop called to him. “You’ve rescued her.”

“Please inform the queen I’d like to see her.” He asked, wiping the blood from his nose.

“At once my lord.” Coop answered and entered the throne room. They were announced immediately.

“Your grace.” Devon approached the throne and bowed.

“Welcome back my lord. Nicely done.” She complimented. “How are you Maya.”

“A bit foggy but otherwise fine my queen.”

“Good. I want to hear the whole of it.”

“Your grace…” Devon began. “I’m certain our queen would also like the same. In fact I expect envoys will be here for me any moment.”

“He’s not well my queen.” Maya added. “We need time.”

“Two days Darkstar. I can put them off for two days. At which time I’ll need to see you both before you go.”

“As you command your grace.” He bowed.

“Thank you my queen.” Maya bowed as well before grasping his hand and teleporting them back to her lair.

“You ok darlin?” He asked.

She glanced at him side eyed. “Yeah fine. Just want to rest.” Devon settled her in and found himself a comfortable cushion on the papasan in her bedroom and slept the day away.

The second day was quiet as well. Maya seemed to sulk, very uncharacteristic for the dragon with such a strong personality and self confidence. When Devon went to check on her she shrugged him off. “Jarath can fix this.” He offered.

“I don’t need fixing.” She countered.

“This is not you darlin.” He said softly.

“I’m fine. Now leave me be until tomorrow.”

Devon brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. “As you wish.”

The following day Maya dressed in courtly attire. Devon changed too, finding suitable regal dress among the garments Maya had set here for him. “Ready?” he asked, extending his hand.

“Yes my lord.” She answered, taking his hand in her own. “I’ll take us there.”

Devon nodded and in a heartbeat they were once again in the antechamber of the Black Queen’s throne room. Loud yelling and contentious disagreement could be heard even through the heavy iron doors. Coop bowed. “If you would wait just a moment my lord and lady. I’ll inform the queen of your arrival.”

“Of course my friend.”

Coop entered the chamber and was gone for a few short minutes before he opened the door for the queen’s guests. “The Dragon Highlord, Devon Darkstar and his escort the Lady Amaya Malnyx handmaiden to the queen.” He announced.

“Thank you Coop.” Sable said evenly. “Approach my Lord and Lady.”

Devon quickly scanned the room. Aside from the usual guard and handmaidens of the court the only other dignitary in view was The Mistress of Whispers, Eomyrosis the Black. A sight that quickly drew his attention. She wore a sneer of distaste on her lips.

The two stepped into the chamber and over to the dais bowing respectfully. 

“Are you ok daughter?” The ancient black dragon asked in a sharp tone.

“I’m fine mother.” Amaya answered.

“You should have protected her better.” She spit maliciously stepping toward Devon.

Maya instinctively drew him back a pace placing herself in front of him. “It’s not his job to protect me mother. It’s mine to protect him. Or have you forgotten?”

“Careful child. My temper is already awakened.”

“Enough.” Sable ordered. “The Highlord brought her back at great personal risk. By my count that is two courtesies he has done you. I’ll not have you threatening my guest.”

“As you say my queen.”

Devon nodded with respect, acquiescing to the sentiment Eomyosis was expressing.

She read his face and sighed, returning the gesture in gratitude.

Devon quickly explained the events from Maya’s disappearance through to the recovery of all the missing dragons, careful to omit any mention of Maddy and her mother.

“So you have no idea how you were taken?” Eomyrosis asked with suspicion.

“None mother. My memory is a bit foggy. I only know I’m embarrassed to have been so careless.”

“A valuable lesson daughter. You are fortunate that it did not cost you your life.”

“Thank you Devon.” Sable said. “Please return to my clutchmate. Cassie and Rayne have already appeared before me, inquiring as to your whereabouts. It is not proper to delay any longer.”

Devon bowed. “Once again I thank you for your hospitality, your grace.”

She nodded.

Maya also bowed to the queen. “Farewell my queen.” She looked to Eomyrosis. “Mother.” Then grasped his hand. “Let’s go my lord.” They were gone in a blink, reappearing in Devon’s office. “Do you wish to go alone?” Maya asked.

“No darlin. I’d rather have you near.”

“I’ll keep her from killing you long enough to make your escape.” She smirked.

Devon found Aliyeah in their bedroom. 

“My queen.” He called to her.

She turned to face him. “Hmm. My wayward consort has found his way home.”

“It’s not like that at all and you know it.” He replied.

“Maya. Could you excuse us?”

“Of course my queen.” She bowed and left closing the door behind her but standing just outside.

“What the hells Devon?” She was angry. “Why did you up and leave like that?”

“I couldn’t risk your healer's help. It would have proved disastrous.”  

“Oh yeah why? You still look terrible.”

“Though better than I have been my queen. I just need a bit more time. That’s all.” 

“Where’d you go?”

“The Boglands, a safe place.”

“Why? Because I can not keep you safe? Is Sable better equipped for that than I?”

“No. I went where I could not be found. Maya’s lair. Even Sable has no idea where it is.”

“Oh I see. You trust your sour little handmaiden more than you trust me.”

“That’s not fair. And you know Maya is loyal.”

“To whom?”

“Really Aliyeah?”

“You know what…” She was breathing heavy. “I’ve heard enough for now. Go. Go hide with your bodyguard. You are dismissed Highlord.”

“Aliyeah…”

“I said DISMISSED.”

“By your command my queen.” Devon bowed and shimmered beyond the door.

“I’m sorry my lord. I didn’t mean to cause you grief.”

“It’s not your fault Maya. Come there is more to do.” He took her hand and shimmered again, this time transporting them to the hunting lodge in the Beastlands.”

“Well well well. Look what the dragon dragged in.” Jarath said sarcastically. “Still in the dog house?”

“Hey?!” Gnash said with indignance. 

“Sorry my friend. Figure of speech.”

Devon shrugged his shoulders and nodded unable to talk through a fit of coughing.

“Still not right huh?” Jarath asked.

“No.” He croaked, clearing his throat. I need you to heal Maya. That prayer you said over Mania. Could you invoke that for Maya please.”

“Wait... what?” Maya asked angrily. “I told you I’m fine. I don’t need his help?”

“Yeah. You do. He’s my friend. You know you can trust him.”

Maya scowled. “I don’t want it.”

“That’s an order darlin.” 

She turned to leave.

“One more step and I’ll cast it myself.”

“You’re in no condition.” She said without looking back.

“I don’t think you can brother.” Jarath said with quiet skepticism.

Devon’s eyes flashed brilliant blue and the room cooled like a winter’s night. He drew upon his most powerful magic. Light motes of blue and silver began to swirl about her, illuminating the black dragon. Maya felt a rush of warmth as all the doubt and self loathing she had been feeling since she awoke three days ago left her body. As the motes dissolved, so did all the ill effects she had suffered in Stygia. Devon fell to a knee, vomiting blood. His nose and eyes were leaking too. The spell though successful came at a terrible cost.

“Idiot!” She wheeled about furious. “What have you done?!” Maya raced to his side. She bore an angry scowl. 

“There’s my girl. I missed that pretty little sneer.”

She tore away part of her dress and used it to clean his face. “Why would you risk such a thing.” She chastised him. “You’re still afflicted by that bitch’s magic.”

“Cause you weren’t you.” He said breathing heavy as beads of sweat fell from his forehead.

“I’m getting you out of here. You need to sleep this off. No more adventures.”

She stared menacingly at Jarath.

“Nice to have you back Maya.” He smirked.

Jarath swore he saw the makings of a grin on her face just as she disappeared taking her lord with her. She returned them to her lair in the Boglands. “Armor off.” She scowled. "Clothes off.” She cleaned the wounds that still leaked with a sickly green ichor. “You know you’re insufferable. I don’t know why I tolerate you.”

“Cause you love me.” He gasped as she pressed into the hole in his shoulder that had gotten smaller since last she treated him.

“So what of it?” She sneered. “You shouldn’t have come for me. The risk was too great. You could have died.” She scolded him. “You should have left me.”

“Never.” He replied. “As if I could leave my left hand behind.”

“To save the rest of your body you should.” She helped him to his feet as he winced in pain. “Off to bed with you.” 

Devon shook his head like a reprimanded child but didn’t argue. 

Maya settled him in then pressed her lips to his forehead. He was warm with fever. “Thank you my lord.” She curled up in the papasan near the bed and watched him until he fell asleep. And so they stayed for three more days.

The Sunken Fen...Boglands

“My Lord, thank you for coming with such haste.”

“You call, I answer, your grace.” He said respectfully. He reached for his belt. Do you require my weapons?”

“Unnecessary my lord. You are an honorary dragon of the Black Flight and by my decree, entitled to bear them.”

“Your Grace is kind. How may I serve.”

“Maya is missing. In fact several ladies of noble dragon birth have disappeared without a clue as to where or why. Our queen will be wanting your return as soon as possible but I wanted to know for sure if Maya is to be counted among the missing. You are the only one who can know for sure.”

“I’ve tried summoning her your grace, sadly to no avail. There is one last place I can look if you’ll allow me your leave.”

Sable nodded and he shimmered from sight.

He reappeared in Mayas’s cave. The pain caused by the use of his magic to travel racked his body and he fell to the ground in a fit of coughing, spitting blood. “Maya!” He called out. The black dragon did not come to his aid. He forced himself up and surveyed the lair. Everything was in order. The broken potion bottle had been cleaned. Her treasures were undisturbed. He found his clothes, happily where she had placed them, a good sign that she didn’t hate him at least. He searched the place in its entirety, sadly though, no sign of his companion. No notes, no indications of struggle. There was no way to know what happened or where she might be. She couldn’t be summoned which meant he knew at least some strong magic was binding her in captivity. A thought that only caused him worry. He quickly penned a note in case she were to return. He took a deep breath and steeled himself for travel once more. He dared not expose his condition to the Black Queen for she certainly would inform Aliyeah of his affliction. He drew in the damp swamp air and shimmered once more, back to Sable’s court.

His expression was downcast and filled with concern. “She’s not there.” He gritted his teeth. “You’ve my word your grace that she will be found and any responsible for this crime will meet the justice of the Black Flight.”

“Make it so my lord.”

………………………………………….

The Bastion of Faith

Jarath found his way back to the audience chamber where a certain blue skinned paladin waited patiently for his return. 

“Congratulations Jarath. Word is spreading like wildfire that you four returned with The Chalice.”

“It’s just Chalice, but yes.”

“Their whole order is an uproar. You should have seen Arnet’s face.” Samara grabbed him by the arm. “Come. there’s something else you really need to see.” The Lady of the Fourteenth Legion led him toward his favorite place on the grounds, The Gardens of Opulent Splendor. “What did you do? Who did you piss off now?”

He looked sadly upon the once vibrant landscape, now little more than scorched land and ash. “Malcanthet.” He saw druids working their magic to regrow the multitude of foliage and flora, craftsmen building gazebos, bridges and benches and workers digging out ash and burnt grounds...not workers. “Hey?! What’s my legion doing digging holes and humping garbage?”

Samara frowned. “The Arch Penitar felt that since you were unaccounted for and your men grounded, they might as well work and be useful.”

“Bullshit.” he scowled as he found himself atop the highest ground he could. ”Warriors of the Thirteenth Legion.” 

They stopped, standing at attention.

“Dismissed!” He ordered.

The older soldiers immediately dropped their tools and were gone. Some of the newer men looked around unsure of what to do until several of the sergeants chased them away. “You heard your commander. Move! Go! Get!”

Samara laughed. “You know you’re feast or famine. You’re going to be the death of me.”

He smiled back. “Where was I… Oh yeah… So she came to me in what I thought was a dream, only I woke soaking wet from falling in the pond and reeking of smoke. I had a feeling it was more real than fantasy but we had a narrow window to recover Chalice so this had to wait,”

“I see. Do you know about the dragons?”

“No. What now?”

“Several ladies of noble families have gone missing. The queen is searching for her Highlord. Guess who’s being held responsible for his being off about the planes again.”

Jarath grinned proudly. “What else is new? Has he left?” 

“The men say he met with a black dragon then disappeared.”

“I best go after him then.”

Samara nodded. “Stay safe Jarath.”

........................................

Dragon Mountain

“I’ll try.” He orbed away and arrived in a parlor frequented by Devon, where he received guests. The fire in the hearth burned bright but the room was unoccupied, at least for the moment.

“Lord Marshal.” The sound of Jenna’s sweet musical voice carried from the corridor. “Is uncle with you? Auntie is beside herself with worry.”

“I’m afraid not princess. I thought perhaps he’d have arrived before me. Can you take me to Aliyeah?”

“Of course my lord.” She entwined her arm in his. “Tell me… Why did that awful old man force you to pull him around in a rickshaw?”

The question caught him totally off guard. “Rickshaw?” He thought for a moment before realization struck. “How do you know about that?”

Uncle’s been teaching me about his past. I saw it in one of his memories. Could your master not afford a donkey?”

All Jarath could do was laugh. “Thankfully no or I’d have been pulling them both.”

“But why?” She asked, confused.

“He said it would build character, endurance and strength.”

“Did it?”

Jarath thought about it for a moment before answering. “I guess it did.”

Jenna shook her head. “You and uncle were treated horribly as wyrmlings.”

“True.” Jarath grinned. “But it wasn’t so bad. We’re still here.”

Jenna began to laugh.

“Did I say something funny?”

“No... just the same thing uncle does when we talk about his past.”

Jenna escorted him from the gold spire to the palace proper, into a rather large audience hall. There were dragon nobles of all colors assembled around a great stone table. At the head was Aliyeah reassuring her people everything would be done to resolve the crisis. She watched as Jenna walked the priest along the side of the chamber, bowed then left. Without breaking her train of thought she glanced at Cam who immediately rose to meet him, ushering the Lord Marshal to an antechamber off to the side. “If you will all excuse me for a moment…” The Queen of Dragons asked politely. She stepped into the room and closed the door. “Hello Jarath.” She smiled before shoving his shoulder. “Where’s Devon?”

“Honestly I thought he was here with you.” 

“What do you mean?” Her eyes narrowed.

Samara said he left the parliament with a dragon… a black. Don’t know her name.”

“He must be in the Boglands.” Cam reasoned.

“Jarath. Do me favor. Would you be so kind as to travel to the Sunken Fen and retrieve my consort?”

“Certainly your grace.”

“Cam, send someone with him.”

“Rayne will accompany him and keep him safe.”

“Safe from what?”

“Black Dragons aren’t fond of humans Jarath.” Cam explained in her usual official tone. “You could be attacked on sight without an escort. Devon usually travels with Maya when he ventures there. Besides, you don’t know the way.”

“Don’t worry.” Aliyeah assured him. “Sable is my clutchmate and loyal to the crown. She won’t harm you.” The queen turned to leave. “Oh and don’t drink anything green.” She grinned and resumed her meeting. 

Cam quietly brought Jarath out the room and motioned to Rayne. The bronze dragon followed them out into the hallway and into a sitting room just beyond the great hall. 

“Rayne. The queen needs you to escort Jarath to the Sunken Fen. Help him retrieve the Highlord please.”

“I hate that place. It’s sour and dank.”

“Rayne.” Cam scolded.

“Very well.” She nodded. “Are you ready Jarath?” She extended her hand.

“Let’s go.” He replied, grasping it firmly.

..............................................

The Boglands...The Sunken Fen

In a blink they had gone from the palace and standing on moist grass. There was a rush of churning water as two black dragons broke the surface and challenged them.

“Is that a human Rayne? Why would you bring that here?”

The other recognized Jarath immediately. “Stand down Nissiat. He’s a friend of the Highlord.” The black dragon shifted his form and took the shape of a man with black hair and a beard. “Greetings Lord Marshal. It is good to see you again.”

“Hello Coop. Healed up I see. Glad to see you’re well.”

“Indeed. Thanks. What brings you to the Sunken Fen?”

“We’re here for the Highlord. Does the Black Queen have him?” Rayne’s tone was suspicious.

“They’re meeting if that’s what you mean.”

“Could you show us the way.” Jarath asked.

“I can…” He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “I’m sorry to have to do this Jarath... but I’ll need your weapons.”

“What? Why?”

Rayne had already begun to unbuckle her belt.

“The queen’s orders my friend. Again I’m sorry. Don’t worry. I’ll keep them safe.”

Jarath reluctantly agreed and turned his belt over to Coop. “It’s fine. I trust you.”

Coop bowed. “This way please.” He said, leading them into the entry hall.

The corridor was formed from black rock and looked wet to the touch as the damp swamp air condensed on its surface. A hundred feet through, the passage widened to enormous size. Dragons could pass each other easily with little trouble. Black Dragonborn with pikes and shields manned the walkway. The passage ended at a pair of massive iron doors discolored by acid wash. Two dragonborn centurions stood at attention. As Coop approached they opened the doors which creaked in protest. Once through the portal the decor changed. The floor consisted of coins from long dead civilizations set to the ground like tile. Drowned artwork hung on the walls and neglected statuary, some heavy with moss growth lined the walls. Jarath could see Sable sitting atop a throne carved from the trunk of once waterlogged now petrified tree, its roots forming steps, its gnarled branches serving as armrests. The black bark had green and purple gems running through its veins serving to add a touch of opulence to the otherwise dreary seat. A dozen black dragonborn centurions flanked the dais six per side. Three smaller chairs were arranged on either side of the throne, seating for her handmaidens. One seat was noticeably empty. 

“My queen. I am sorry to disturb but if you’d allow…” Coop asked.

Sable nodded her approval.

“May I present Lady Rayne Skyphyre, Queensguard to her Grand Resplendence escorting Lord Jarath Godguard. They are here at the behest of Aliyeah Queen of Dragons.”

“Your grace.” They said as they bowed.

“My lord.” Rayne smiled then bowed in greeting to Devon.

He smiled and bowed in return. 

“You may approach.” Sable granted. 

As they did, Rayne assumed her place at Devon’s right side.

“Your Grace.” Jarath began. “I’m sorry to disturb you, however the Queen requires the immediate return of the Highlord.”

“Is that all?” Sable smirked. “He was just leaving. Thanks for visiting.” She said rather nonchalantly.

“By your leave your grace.” Devon asked respectfully.

“Granted my lord… And you may take them with you.” She said looking  at the two new arrivals. “Coop return their weapons.”

“Yes my queen.”

They retrieved their arms, bowed and left.

Rayne could sense Devon’s distress. She knew him better than most and could see he was suffering extreme discomfort. She knew he was not well. She tucked her arm behind him holding him at the waist. “I’ve got you my lord.”

“Thank you Rayne. Would you bring us home please.”

“With pleasure my lord.”

..............................................

Dragon Mountain

An instant later they were back in the sitting room of the grand palace.

“What happened Devon? How badly are you hurt?” The Bronze Dragon asked with obvious concern.

“I’m fine. Where’s our queen.” 

She shook her head. “There. In the great hall. I’ll inform her you’ve arrived.”

As soon as she left Devon turned to Jarath. “Maya’s missing. Can you find her?”

“I’ll try.” Jarath focused his will into locating their ally but… “Nothing.”

Rayne returned with Aliyeah and Cam. As they entered the room she closed the door behind them. 

“Where have you been?” She chided. “Bahamut’s beard Devon. You look like hell.”

“Funny story. Rescue mission… in hell.” He said as he embraced her. 

She slanted her eyes at Jarath

“Scown.” Cam muttered in disapproval.

“Are you aware six dragons are missing?” The queen asked.

“Yes my queen. Sable informed me. That’s why I was there. And it's actually seven. Maya’s disappeared too.” He said angrily.

“Wait! What?!” Rayne interrupted. “We have to find her my lord. She’s one of us.”

“We will Rayne. All of them, right my queen?”

“Without question.” She looked at Devon. “Whatever you need. Just find them and bring them home. That goes for you too Jarath. Whatever you require.”

“We’ll start with Maya but who else is missing?”

Aliyeah recounted the list. All female dragons, All of noble birth. “I better get back inside.” She draped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him. “Be careful my love.”

“Always.”

“We better grab the others.” Jarath suggested.

“Agreed.’

“I’m coming with.” Rayne added.

“No. Until I know what we are dealing with, you are to remain here. Am I clear?”

The bronze dragon growled in disapproval. “Crystal my lord.”

“I’m sorry Rayne. I don’t want to risk you. Maya’s already gone. I can’t lose you too.”

“I understand my lord.” though her sour expression said otherwise.

“I promise. When the time comes, I’ll call. Ok?

She nodded begrudgingly. “Please do Devon.”

He placed his hand on Jarath’s shoulder and in a stream of white orbs they were whisked away to the bastion.

“I’m sorry.” The beautiful tiefling responded. “There are no available appointments for…” The administrator ran a sharp painted fingernail across a ledger written in infernal. “... 11 days it seems.” She had hair the color of dark wine and lips to match. Her high cheekbones sharpened her facial features and her eyes were the color of amethysts. Her horns were curved rolling back behind her head, a tribute to her fiendish heritage.

“Is there nothing sooner?” Jarath asked. “Perhaps that appointment there?” He asked, pointing at an empty line on the page.

“No. Unfortunately that slot is reserved for VIP’s.”

“I see, what if I told you I was a VIP.”

The woman chuckled.

“It’s true, miss… Apologies my lady I didn’t get your name?”

“Xylaya.” She said with a smile.

“A beautiful name to match a beautiful face.” Jarath’s eyes were drawn to a tattoo on the tiefling’s forearm, a sigil he recognized immediately belonging to Malcanthet. “Might I inquire how you came to be marked so?” He asked, gesturing to the symbol.

“My mother Vhesixia. She serves in the Court of Malcanthet. She is a handmaiden for the Queen of the Succubi.”

“Ah yes. I’m familiar with her. Perhaps you could afford a professional courtesy to me based on my connection to her?”

Xylaya eyed him dubiously. “What’s your name?”

“Jarath.” 

“Well Jarath…” She looked him over for wounds. “I sincerely doubt you’ve ever come across a succubus let alone my mother.” Her eyes met Devon’s. “That one there looks more the part. You should have had him lie to me.”

“My lady it’s no lie. I am quite familiar with your mother. Lovely woman.”

She shook her head. “Really, You definitely do not know my mother.” 

“I do, about yay tall, burnt amber hair and malicious violet eyes. Similar to yours I might add though your’s appear more gentle.”

“The flattery is nice. But I still don’t believe you.”

Jarath reached into a pocket and withdrew a coin bearing the image of a happy face on one side inscribed with words written in abyssal that read, ‘Love can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love’. The other bore a sad mask and was etched with ‘In place of words, I simply speak with my skin’. He slid the coin toward the tiefling. “Believe me now?”

Her expression changed to shock. “I’m not sure where you got that but I want nothing to do with it or her.”

“As I said, I’m familiar with many succubi, particularly the Daughters of Darkness. Scabbia, Lzzy, Alissa, Jylla, Porcelain and of course Mania.”

Xylaya nodded. “Take that away.” She said motioning toward the coin. “Very well. VIP treatment isn’t cheap. I’ll require something of value.”

“Such as?” Jarath inquired.

“The appointment is for two days from now. I’ll be wanting him for a night.” She grinned pointing at Gunther.

“I’m afraid I can’t speak for him.” Jarath said with some hesitance.

“Let him speak for himself. What say you?”

“I’m married.” Gunther blurted out.

She laughed. “It’s not your hand I’m after.” She winked.

“No way. I said I’m married.” His face reddening. “Take the single guys.”

“Yeah.” Stallac added. “How about our rogue?”

She seemed to stare at a pendant Devon was wearing for a little too long. “I think not. Besides, he looks broken. You’ll do though she replied to the elemental warrior.” 

“Oh no. I’m married too. She’ll know. Good luck guys.” He said and left.

She shook her head at Jarath. “Perhaps a service then?” She drew out a contract and handed him her pen. It was an exquisite piece of craftsmanship, a blend of platinum, obsidian and ivory...or perhaps bone.”

“I don’t think so.” Jarath shook his head.

Fine. Gold then. Eight Thousand pieces.”

Jarath agreed and paid the fee.

“Sign here.” She said reaching out again with her pen.

“Eto zakoldovano.” (It’s enchanted.) Devon whispered.

Jarath drew his own writing implement from a pouch. “Lovely pen. Thanks, but I have one.” He began to scribe his name. “Where’d you get it?”

Xylaya grinned. “A gift from my mother.” She replied, still holding it out.

Jarath noticed the ink from his pen wouldn’t take. He looked at the tiefling who tilted her head and offered him the pen again. Jarath took it and made an X on the ledger line. The ink magically spread and formed the letters of his name.

“Thank you Jarath. See you in two days. Goodbye.”

Jarath turned to look at Devon who shrugged his shoulders. 

They exited the keep heading in the direction of the bazaar hoping to find Stallac. They were barely beyond the walls when Stallac returned. He moved his head toward a massive statue of a powerful tiefling struck in a magnificent pose with his heel crushing a human. “Who do you think that is?” He asked.

“I’d assume Lord Paracs, the baron.” Jarath replied with a snort. “I got her to give us the appointment for two days' time. I’m going to head for the library and see if there is anything more I can learn.”

“Great.” Stallac answered. I’ll head back to the inn for a bit. 

“Inn sounds good.” Gunther agreed.

Devon, who had begun to break out in a sweat followed behind them quietly before heading straight up to their room to lay down. Some three hours later the sound of Stallac pacing about the room drew his attention. “You ok?”

“I’ve been thinking. Maybe we shouldn’t leave Jarath alone in the city. It may not be safe.”

“You’re probably right.” He answered back. “Gunther?”

The chieftain’s son grumbled. “Yeah sure. Why not.”

Jarath was leaning over a book of local history, the passage detaied a census report and the arrival of Xylaya to the Ribcage. 

“What ya doin?” A flirtatiously friendly voice asked.

“Do I know you?”

“No.” She smiled. “But I know you Jarath.” She took a seat next him. “You know you’ve proven to be quite the disappointment to mother. She’s quite upset you know.”

“Ahh. I see.” He studied her for a moment. “Succubus?”

She flared her wings.  Black leathery appendages with nasty hooked bone at its apex reached across the library.

 “Yeah I know but these things happen.”

“I would implore you to humble yourself and beg our queen’s forgiveness. She has treated you quite generously. It’d be a shame if some ill were to befall you due to silly pride and what I’m certain must be an unintended insult. You know...You are quite popular amongst my kind.”

“So are you here as a harbinger of said ill will?”

“No. Just the messenger.” She turned her head to the sound of people entering. “Ah. Your friends have finally arrived. Chat soon?” She winked and took her leave. As she did, her wing accidentally pushed into Stallac, throwing him off balance and onto the floor. She chuckled as she sauntered past. Jarath and Gunther laughed hysterically. Devon did too, until the laughter became coughing and droplets of blood began to spit from his mouth. He quickly turned away but not before Jarath noticed.

“You ok?”

“Splendid.”

The exchange caught Stallac’s attention. “Hey Gunther. Maybe you should have a look at that.”

“Don’t touch me.” Devon threatened with a glare.

“Fine.” He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

Some hours later the group decided to return to The Manticore’s Nest. Walking through the door Jarath immediately noticed a familiar face. Mezona stood at the bar with two others obviously of her kind. Stallac saw her too. He quickly scanned the room and picked out 2 more.

“I count five.” He offered confidently.

“Twice that my friend.” Devon corrected.

“Are you sure?” 

Jarath raised an eyebrow. “He’s sure.” Walking over to the counter Jarath asked the barkeep to send the three ladies a round of drinks. His gift was met with smiles and winks. Mezona raised a glass in appreciation. Minutes later the barkeep placed a glass in front of the priest and leaned in. “You’re a lucky man if ya ask me friend. That lot seems rather infatuated with you.”

Jarath nodded. “It appears so.” He took a sip of the cocktail, passion fruit and spirits distilled in Shendilavri. He’d tasted it before. He walked over to the three fiends and inserted himself into their company. “So...are you here to look at me or do we dance?”

“Dancing sounds lovely.” She took his hand and led him onto the dance floor. Jarath was caught off guard but quickly recalled the steps to a waltz and began to lead. “You know there is much to be gained should you return to favor...and…”

“And?” He asked.

“So much to lose if you don’t. Do you think she will spare them?” She asked looking toward his companions.

“They can fend for themselves.”

“Perhaps. But the Darkstar doesn’t look good... Or haven’t you noticed. He already suffers on your behalf. How many more must too before you realize you have but one choice.”

“His malady has nothing to do with Malcanthet.”

“Doesn’t it? Oh well…” She draped her arms around his neck like they had been lovers for years. “Perhaps you forget all the perks that come along with the job.”

Jarath smiled. “Not at all. Ladies like you leave a lasting impression.”

“Good to hear.” She broke away slowly. “See you around Jarath.” She winked and walked toward the exit, her two friends following close behind. The two at the table rose and left as did six others, one, then two, then two and finally one more.

“Shit luck my friend.” the barkeep said as he cleaned a glass.

“I’m going upstairs to rest a bit.” Devon announced. 

“Not a bad idea.” Jarath agreed.

“I’ll take watch.” Stallac offered.

They reached the room to find Gunther sitting on a bed reading from the book they had acquired from the tiefling merchant in the Bazaar of Breaths. Bar’ath sold the book of runes to Stallac along with a pressed flower, a magic portal key that granted access about the Iron Tower.

Devon paused to look at Gunther. “You can read?”

Gunther scowled. “Must you always be such a smart ass?”

“No, just most of the time.” He smirked.

They waited two days in the inn before leaving for their appointment with Lord Paracs.

“Wow. You actually showed up.” Xylaya said amused.

“And why wouldn’t I?

“I saw my mother’s friends in the city. Thought they might have chased you off.”

“Na. Just a friendly talk among old acquaintances.”

“Good. You can wait there.” She pointed toward a crowded staging area.

“Thanks.” 

Stallac groaned. “Great.”

A turn of the hourglass later, the tiefling approached. “You’re the first appointment. The Baron will see you now.” She opened a door and led them in.

Jarath stepped forward. “My Lord Paracs, Thank you for seeing us and for your valuable time.” 

The baron was a slug of man. Sloppy, homely and soft. He had matted oily hair and bad skin. Jarath could see the stink rising from his mottled flesh. He looked nothing like the statue or the artistic rendering in his biography he found in the library. “Yes I know... the pleasure is all yours. What do you want?”

“I seek entrance to the Plane of Dis through the Steamgate.”

“Why?”

“I'm a merchant looking to do business there.”

“What do you sell?”

“Secrets my lord.”

He croaked a toadish laugh. “Wonderful, tell me a secret.”

“Well...Let’s see...Did you know the Daughters of Darkness have left the service of Malcanthet?”

He frowned. “This is no secret. Word of their treason has spread far and wide.”

“I see. Perhaps something else…Did you know that the cause of said separation can be attributed to their acquiring of souls. And not souls to trade or sell but actual souls of their own.”

“Aha! Now that’s a proper secret. I am inclined to grant your request with the terms that when you return you shall bring me a secret from Dis.”

“Agreed my Lord.” Jarath bowed.

“Very good. See Xylaya on your way out. It was very nice for you to have met me...Next!”

Xylaya was waiting with the ‘chunk’, Lord Paracs name for the letter of mark. She handed Jarath the same ornate pen to sign for it. “Well I guess this is goodbye for now.” 

“Indeed fair lady. Until next we meet.” Jarath smiled accepting the chunk. “Thanks for your help Xylaya.

“You are welcome Jarath Godguard, servant of Heironeous.”

Jarath eyed her quizzically.

“You are not the only one to deal in secrets.” She smiled. “Farewell.”

The group took their leave of the castle and the city stopping only momentarily at the Steam Gate to present the chunk.

“Wow. That was fast.” The guard at the portcullis said. “Which one of you slept with Xylaya to gain an audience so quickly.”

The four friends looked innocently at each other.

“Please. I know how it works. Anyhow, Everything seems in order. Good luck berks.”