Common Room: Rose and Lion Inn, Caemlyn
The common room of The Rose and Lion is a merry place. The patrons here appear 
happy, and sit at stout wooden tables, or at the long bar, in groups of twos or 
threes. There is much drinking, talking and laughing.

The crowd is large tonight, and laughter and chatter fills the common room to 
the rafters. White curtains billow back from the open windows, admitting the 
warm breezes of the summer. A stout wooden door leads back out to the busy 
Caemlyn Road, a smaller wooden door leads to the stables, and a well-worn 
staircase leads up to the private bedchambers and common sleeping areas.
                                           
Contents:
Osbourne
Leylia
Halice

Demonder enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

Osbourne sits at the bar, quietly, and inobtrusively drinking from amug of 
water.

As the doors to the common room open, Lord Demonder leads Lady Rennar inside. 
The two are in a conversation, though they stop as the door shuts. Demonder 
looks across the common room for a place to sit. He notes Halice with a nod 
from a distance, and then leads them toward him.

Halice's eyes move easily to those just entered and his grin turns of toying to 
that of one involved in mischief. Speaking to his table companion again quietly 
the entire mood set of his face changes and then he relaxes back to recline in 
his seat.

Delicately, Rennar turns in the direction which Demonder leads her in. She just 
happens to spy Halice and Leylia, and the smile gracing her features lights up 
just a bit. She nods her head to both, just a small inclination, as the Lord 
next to her moves forward first.

Leylia's turns her gaze to follow Halice's line of sight toward the entrance of 
the Common Room...and as her gaze lands upon her cousin, her face turns an 
unusually bright red and then she quickly turns away to face Halice again at 
his words, dark red hair falling conveniently in her face.

"Master Halice," Demonder greets with a nod of his head, turning his attention 
to Leylia for a moment. He shares a smile with Rennar, leaning over to whisper 
something quietly in her ear.

Rennar chuckles softly, leaning in toward Demonder, She mutters to Demonder, 
"... embarrassed,... migt..." 

Demonder senses "Rennar chuckles softly, leaning in toward Demonder, "It seems 
she's embarrassed, though she migt be more so if she knew I do the same.""

Calisa enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

Demonder leans over to Rennar and smiles. He mutters to Rennar, "... with 
the... or... time in the..."  The amusement is rich in his voice.

You sense Demonder leans over to Rennar and smiles. "Flirt with the bodyguard, 
or spend time in the common room?" The amusement is rich in his voice.

For a brief moment, it seems /Rennar/ turns a bright crimson herself at 
something Demonder states. She clears her throat and grows unusually quiet.

Calisa walks into the room, doing a very good job of pretending that there is 
/not/ a House guard trailing her.

Leylia stands and leaves Window Table.

Although Demonder typically has a look of satisfaction when the woman at his 
side turns red, this time around he gives her a suspecious eye. There is a 
faint smile that escapes his lips after some though, and then a shrug. This 
time he pulls Rennar in closer for further whispers.

Osbourne idly strikes up conversation with a man sitting next to him, also 
wearing the colors of the Queen's Guard. As conversations between people whose 
main job involves various sharp objects are wont to do, it soon turns into a 
quick discussion involving swords, shields, and their relative utilities.

Leylia stands up from her table and glances toward her cousin and her fiance 
before turning again to Halice and muttering some words of excuse...but doesn't 
seem to forget her manners as she adds something else quickly and then turns to 
make her way out of the Inn in an apparent hurry.

Leylia pushes through the wooden door and heads back out to the stableyard.

Halice doesn't seem surprised, or offended, when the woman sitting with him 
flees his companionship. Thin shoulders lift in a shrug and then he turns his 
dark eye on the younger Hune and the elder Hune absently. "A common miracle, I 
believe is the term one would use."

"Common miracle, Master Halice....?" Rennar asks after a fashin, both brows 
raising in question at the would be bodyguard.

Calisa joins the others, taking a chair. She's unusually quiet, simply nodding 
to the others.

Demonder mutters to Rennar, "... be... I... you take... in bodyguards?... me... 
will... there when... are..."

Demonder whispers "Should I be concerned? I have heard you take an interest in 
bodyguards? Good for me that I will be there when we are wed."

"Indeed, Great Lady, indeed." he replies in his droll sounding, yet silken, 
tenor voice while his lips flash in that bedamned all-knowing grin he performs 
so well. Giving courtesy, as Rennar speaks to him, he rises and performs a 
valid and sweeping leg in a deep bow to her. "What brings you out on this even, 
bright Lady?" he says pleasantly.

Morden enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

A small frown graces Rennar's lips at Halice's actions, "Please not here." She 
sighs in a despondant manner, then blinks at Demonder at her side. Again, she 
falls quiet, and for some reason her eyes lower. Perhaps memories best long 
forgotten are brought to the forefront.

Morden makes his way in from outside the tip tapping sound of his cane 
preceeding his entry into the room.

"As you please." he says with a slimlined shrugging of his shoulders to her, 
"Would the pair of you care to sit with me?" Halice says with an absent tone to 
his voice, as though to disguise something else behind his tone. He drops back 
into his seat nonchalantly and without much in the way of a care reclines in it 
with precise balance.

Demonder looks to Rennar as Halice makes the offer, a touch of concern across 
his own expression. "I can't be too selfish with the Lady's time. We could sit 
with Master Halice if you wish, Lady Rennar?" Demonder asks her with a tilt of 
his head.

You sense Demonder almost looks hurt. Not that he often looks hurt, but one 
that would spend as much time with him as you do, would sense that. His smile 
is not really complete.

Morden cocks his head to the side as he notes the nobles...A roesone and a 
rennar...how disturbing. He moves to his usual seat by the fire

Morden sits down at Fireside Table.

Rennar glances up briefly, looking between Halice and Demonder, "I do not 
mind..." She speaks in a non-committal tome, either way. She shrugs her 
shoulders just a bit. This is uncharacteristic of her, unless certain things 
occur.

"If you wish a seat, my lords, then please, sit with me. I've no other to rest 
myself with." Halice says with an absent, seemingly thoughtless, smile. "If you 
wish to be alone, then I am not one to impose on the young and betrothed." he 
says very simply, once again with niether pleasant nor unpleasant tone.

Demonder can't help but look concerned as his eyes watch Rennar. "I think we 
will join you Master Halice, but I need a moment with my fiancee." Demonder 
looks to her, and then begins to lead her away to a more private place. Unheard 
whispers begin to exchange away from any ears.

You sense Demonder leans over to Renni as they walk. "I hope I didn't upset 
you? My mouth, it sometimes moves before I speak. Well, usually."

Rennar slowly glances up to Demonder, studying his features for a long time. 
After a few moments she shakes her head, keeping her voice low, She mutters to 
Demonder, "Nay... I am... love. Just..." 

Demonder senses "Rennar slowly glances up to Demonder, studying his features 
for a long time. After a few moments she shakes her head, keeping her voice 
low, "Nay... I am fine, love. Just... something caught me off guard.""

Demonder nods with the hints of a warm smile, leading Rennar back. He mutters 
to Rennar, "... was... If I..." 

You sense Demonder nods with the hints of a warm smile, leading Rennar back. 
"Oh, and what was that love? If I may ask?"

Rennar slowly makes her way with Demonder, looking somewhat relieved over 
something, "Just a thought... that occured to me." She speaks obscurely, though 
leans against her fiance in a manner which suggests she's looking for some sort 
of reassurance.

Demonder's arm warps around Rennar in comfort. Squeezing her shoulder and 
leaning her heand unto his chest he nods in understanding. "So long as it is 
nothing we need to be concerned about." The statement is almost a question, 
almost. As they approach the table at which Halice sits, Demonder pulls out a 
chair, and then turns Rennar to him. His eyes search hers for a moment.

Halice remains silent at his table, sipping the glass of tea that he's been 
steadily working on for the last hour or so. Dark eyes waxing emotionless while 
he thinks to himself silently and consideringly, once more his long fingers 
clad in gloves absently caress the woodwork of the tabletop reassuringly.

VIEWING OF MORDEN: A veiled/menacing looking man in the shadows whispering in 
Kelric's ear - Rennar's brother.

"It is not..." Rennar speaks, though her voice is less certain. She allows 
herself to be turned, and returns Demonder's gaze. Her uncertainty can be seen 
echoed in her eyes. She moves them away for a brief moment, and in that moment 
her face seems to turn a few shades white. Her gaze most assuredly seems 
affixed on Morden. It takes a few moments for her to regain her senses, and she 
quickly averts her gaze so that the other man might miss it before she's seen.

Morden sits quietly leaning back into the armchair by the fire so that all that 
can be seen of him is his arm as it reaches out to accept the brandy brought to 
him by a servant. A few moments later faint wisps of tabac smoke can be seen 
rising up into the air and beginning to cloud around him

Demonder is not his usual self as he waits for Rennar to take a seat. Those 
eyes of his travel to the direction of Morden, and he makes no hiding of where 
he looks. Not that he looks long, the Lord more concerned for Rennar as he 
turns to look to her once again. Demonder's lips open for a moment as he is 
about to speak words, and then close. "You do not hide your thoughts well, my 
love," he finally states after some thought.

A blush touches Rennar's cheeks, coloring their whiteness a bit, "I have never 
been able to school my thoughts well." She comments, "Perhaps one of the 
reasons why I do not prefer to play the Game." Gently, delicately she takes her 
seat, though looks like a flower that might wilt at any moment.

That did little to answer Demonder's question. Not that there was one, but 
perhaps more questions on his mind as he sits beside Rennar. Eyes regard Halice 
for a moment before they look to the common room. "Any news of interest, Master 
Halice?"

Demonder sits down at Window Table.

At your table, Halice shakes his head slightly at this comment, "None of much 
pertinence, your Lordship. Caemlyn seems to have returned to its usual 
self-controlled nature." he says in a quiet voice, smoothed and gentled. "You 
are doing well, I would measure?" he says by way of continuing conversation.

Even though Rennar has taken her seat, she fails to take part in the 
conversation at her table. Her attention once again can be seen drifting toward 
Morden, a look of fear in her eyes. This fear seems... different... than any 
other.

VIEWING OF MORDEN: Another look reveals  the same veiled figure standing in the 
shadows behind Jeffrin - Rennar's uncle.

At your table, Halice finally looks at Rennar and says in a gentle tone of 
voice, "Lady Rennar, if you recognize the man to be a foul being you need only 
signal the guardsmen at the bar and I will aid them in his capture. Elsewise, 
the fellow may get some idea that you are taken to favor him." he says to her 
easily, his voice smooth in transition and practiced in inflection of a 
somewhat warding tone.

Demonder leans back in his chair, about to answer Halice at their quiet 
conversation, and then simply watching Rennar with thoughtful eyes. His concern 
is clear, as his hand moves to find her hand. Demonder's fingers slip between 
hers as he moves his chair closer to her. Demonder nods at Halice's words.

Rennar shakes her head, She mutters to Window Table, "... a man... of... right, 
nor... it..."  She does not explain her feelings at the table, other than her 
brief words.

At your table,Rennar shakes her head, "You can not arrest a man for simply 
being fearful of him. That's not right, nor is it fair." She does not explain 
her feelings at the table, other than her brief words.

At your table, Halice offers a knowing smile to her and a dip of his chin, "As 
it please you, but I warn that he will do you no such favors if a time comes in 
such that he need harm you to survive. There is no honor among thieves, 
regardless romanticized stories." he finishes simply and says nothing more.

Halice speaks quietly, his voice little more than a sliver of silk dinning 
across the hall. Carefully its inflections travel, though no more than vague 
whispers that tickle ears.

At your table, Demonder nods once again at Halice's words. He watches the man 
close as he talks, and then looks to Rennar. "I know you will want to stay here 
regardless of what I say, but if you wish to leave we can." Knowing Rennar's 
stubborn ways, that's where he leaves the subject. Clearly, though, he doesn't 
like the concern on Renni's expression.

Rennar appears to frown, drawing her attention away from Morden briefly to look 
at Halice - though her fear remains present within her eyes, She mutters to 
Window Table, "... laws... by... much... at me... nor would... to." 

At your table,Rennar appears to frown, drawing her attention away from Morden 
briefly to look at Halice - though her fear remains present within her eyes, 
"There are laws within Caemlyn, which are followed by the Queen's Writ. If a 
man so much as looked at me wrong, I could not have him arrested, nor would I 
want to."

At your table, Halice, once more, seems unfazed by the words that are thrown at 
him. He remains, however, quiet and unemotional in his doings for the moment. 
He drums the tips of his fingers against the brink of his glass's lip absently.

Mei enters The Rose and Lion, looking around the common room.

Mei gazes around the room as if looking for someone, then seats herself at a 
nearby table.

At your table, Demonder can only chuckle after a moment's thought. "Somehow I 
have the feeling that there is enough stubbornes at this table to take on all 
of Andor."

Mei sits down at Small Table near stairs.

Rennar turns her attention away from the occupants of her table once more to 
glance in Morden's direction again. This time, when she does so, her eyes widen 
and an audible gasp can be heard coming from her direction. She rises from her 
chair hurriedly and makes her way to the door, without saying another word to 
the table's occupants. Terror seems to be the word that describes her actions 
most.

You stand and leave Window Table.

Calisa frowns, rising from her seat and following. "Rennar?"

Demonder's chair slides across the floor before falling in a slam as the young 
Lord stands. There is a firm look to Halice. "Do nothing. Just observe." An 
order from a lord of another house? Clearly Demonder has no authority here. He 
doesn't seem to care, as he turns and rushes toward the door after Rennar.

Morden takes a break from whatever he was doing to look over his shoulder as he 
hears the movement. he cocks a brow curiously...what is the ladies problem?

Mei watches the byplay unobtrusively, yet with a faint curiosity.

Halice remains silent and definately uneffected by Demonder's order. He doesn't 
even answer to other Hune nobility, aside from Rennar, let alone anotehr Hosue 
entirely. He lifts his glass of tea and sips it, uneffected by any of the 
happenings.

Rennar gives no answer. She just keeps going. She does stumble over a few 
chairs here and there. Highly erratic behavior for a noble, particularly this 
noble - whi is usually so calm and serene, light hearted. It seems she's almost 
blindly making her way out of the Inn, running into a few people here and 
there.

Calisa speeds up, dodging chairs and people with far more ease then rennar. 
"Did you...?" She doesn't finish.

 Lord chasing behind Rennar dodges a few as he manages to gain a touch of 
ground on Rennar. Demonder's broad shoulders were not made for sneaking around, 
as one wench almost takes a tumble as he just barely misses her. This can't 
look good, of course, Rennar runing away. Her fiancee chasing after her. 
Slipping around a table he manages to be a few steps away from Rennar.

Mei shrinks back in her chair as she sees the beginnings of trouble in her otherwise quiet night...

With a final burst of effort, Rennar pushes through two particuarly burly 
figures, finding a space between them just large enough for her to fit through, 
to get to the door. Once that task has been completed, she bursts through the 
doors and out into the streets. Upset hardly colors what she is currently.

You push through the wooden door and head back out to the stable yard.

StableYard: Rose and Lion Inn, Caemlyn
A wide, lightly paved path of stones leads in a small circle from the road, to 
the barn, to the inn. A large area in front of the barn is cleared out for 
those that would be leave their wagons or carriages outside. There are several 
places to tie lone horses, if a rider just came in.
Lamps are lighted to provide illumination during the evening hours. As the sun 
sets a steady stream of people can be seen entering the inn, perhaps for a 
meal. Stable attendants stand ready in case any may ride in, to care for the 
horses. A heat wave seems to be passing through, as the warmer days of summer 
seem to come. From the outside, one can see the windows of the inn opened, to 
allow any breeze to air out the building. Flowers, trees and shrubs appear to 
be in full bloom, lining the front of the inn and the paved path. A few steps 
lead up to a small door, opening into the large building before you which can 
only be the inn. A large sliding door can be seen opening up into the stables. 
If you follow the path, you will find yourself back on Caemlyn Road.
                                                                              

Demonder steps out into the stableyard, leaving The Rose and Lion.

Calisa steps out into the stableyard, leaving The Rose and Lion.

"Wait..." The voice is almost a plead from behind Rennar. Demonder barely 
catching sight of her.

Mei steps out into the stableyard, leaving The Rose and Lion.

Mei walks down the path, re-entering Caemlyn proper.

With the time it takes to get the others out, Rennar can be seen leaning up 
against the inn barn. One hand rests upon the barn, while the other rests upon 
her stomach. She appears to be emptying the contents of her dinner, and an 
uncontrollable sob can be heard coming from her.

Calisa skids to a halt some feet from her sister. "Rennar??"

Demonder stumbles at the sight. He stumbles forward, unto his knees, and then 
lifts himself up with one arm before running to Rennar's side. "Renni...??"

It takes a few moments, but after that time Rennar rises and leans against the 
barn. Her face is red, streamed with tears. The fear all but gone, and is now 
mixed with a deep sorrow. Her eyes gaze back at both Demonder and Calisa, 
eyeing both in a quiet manner, but not calm, "I... I'm sorry... that must have 
looked silly, but I couldn't stay in there one moment longer." A blush comes to 
her cheeks and her eyes lower. She raises her kerchief and wipes off her mouth, 
lest any gunk have stayed there.

Calisa looks from Rennar's dinner to Rennar. "What happened, sister?"

Demonder simply nods to Calisa's question, his arm moving around her shoulder 
and squeezing tightly in comfort. The concern is thick on his expression, he 
grows pale himself. Not at the vomit, but at the thought something could scare 
her so much.

As if realizing that Calisa just saw her 'episide' in the Inn, Rennar's cheeks 
grows even more colorful, "A fanciful act of sillyness Calisa, nothing more." 
Though clearly there was more, despite the reassurances that she tries to feed 
Calisa. She glances toward Demonder, her eyes almost making contact with his 
own before lowering once more. "Perhaps we should go back inside...?" She 
suggests, a sort of determination on her features, "To waylay any rumors?"

Calisa moves to the side, between Rennar and the inn door. "Rennar..." She 
glares at her. "What happened?"

"Perhaps," Demonder responds with a careful smile. "Though I may refraim from 
kissing you." And then, the young Lord leans forward and kisses her cheek. "I 
do think it would be better for us to talk, however."

"Later... please?" Rennar murmurs quietly, gently taking Demonder's hand in her 
own. She squeezes it in a reassurming manner, and manages a soft smile as she's 
kissed. However, Demonder may note that she appears to be shaky if he takes her 
hand.

Calisa's glower intensifies, anger migled with concern.

Rennar sighs gently at Calisa's insistance, "Not here, please... later 
tonight... I may tell you then." She gives her younger sister an imploring 
look.

At another time Demonder would have likely not been so accomodating, but he 
finally resigns to a sigh and a nod, holding Rennar's hand. "Later." There will 
be no option to this later. Demonder takes a hold of Rennar's chin, insuring 
she didn't miss a spot, before nodding to Rennar's younger sister and beginning 
their walk back into the common room.

Calisa nods curtly. "I will see you later, then, Rennar...Lord Demonder." She 
nods to each in turn, before turning and walkinginto the street.

Halice steps out into the stableyard, leaving The Rose and Lion.

Rennar starts to walk with Demonder toward the inn once more, looking a little 
more calm and assured - though not very much so. She pauses her steps when 
Halice comes out, a questioning light entering her eyes, "Is all well?" A 
strange and odd question to be coming from the lady who just ran out of the 
Rose and Lion in a fit of terror.

Halice moves through the main door quietly and then on towards the seat in 
silence. Dark face darkly mooded as he moves through the yard and towards the 
street, "I suppose so." he says simply, not attempting to hide his foul temperment for the moment, "If you will excuse, there are some fellows I need 
to speak to." he says smoothly but awaits dismissal.

Demonder looks a little less concerned now. Only a little. His eyes shift to 
Halice, oddly relieved the man had not started a fight within the common room. 
At least he had not heard of a fight within.

Perhaps misreading the temperment, or what it means, Rennar murmurs quietly, 
"Please forgive my actions from earlier. I was... not... myself." As she 
speaks, her hand tightens somewhat on Demonder's. Not far from where they 
stand, the contents of Rennar's dinner color the side of the Inn barn.

"You are forgiven, my Lady, if ever there were a transgression." Halice says 
very simply while he watches the pair with a glazed reflection to his near 
black eyes. "If you refer to my ill humor, its nothing to do with you, my Lady. 
A bloody culture I have but some things offend me still. Your pardon?"

Rennar worries her lower lip with her teeth, nodding absently, "Yes... of 
course." She lowers her eyes. Even if the other man had given her pardon, it 
looks as if she may believe the ill humor was because of her anyway. "Perhaps 
we should go home then, Demonder....?" She asks of her fiance, "I had wished to 
let Master Halice know that I was... fine... now." Or as fine as she can be.

Oddly enough, Demonder sees humor in that. His smile is barely evident. The 
Lord decides to stay quiet on that issue. Turning to Rennar, he nods quietly. 
"That wold be for the best, Renni." With that response, he squeezes her hand, 
and turns away from the entrance of the inn.

With that dismissal, Halice performs a a simple, shallow bow and disappears 
into the street quietly and without much more sound than a cat would make.

Halice walks down the path, re-entering Caemlyn proper.

Demonder's mouth depresses annoys him too. That's part of his culture and all, 
women are considered superior. And gladly so.

Rennar nods her head quietly, allowing Demonder to lead.

Demonder walks down the path, re-entering Caemlyn proper.

Heartsblush Square: New City, Caemlyn(#150RJm$)
Heartsblush Square is named for the small red blossoms that line the small 
grassy knoll in the center of a large intersection of streets, some large, 
others small. All manner of buildings, blacksmith forges, stables, taverns and 
inns, line the neatly-manicured streets. The motley assortment of colors and 
building materials draws your eyes in many directions at once.
The lights from inns and taverns spill out onto the road, making you wish you 
were at your journey's end. The smells of ripening fruit and blooming flowers 
permeate the air. Exotic smells of spiced foods and perfume ride on the warm 
wind. The crossroads branch off to the north, south, east and west. Rose 
Terrace heads off to the north, further into Caemlyn. To the west, a prominent 
alley, Ferret Run leads out of the city, and to the east, White Lion Way slopes 
further into the magnificent capital of Andor.
                                                                              
Contents:
Demonder
Elisa

Elisa wanders around the streets, window-shopping. She's currently looking into 
the window of a seamstress' shop, eyeing the wares.

A Lord and Lady make their way out of the Rose and Loin Inn. The two holding 
hands, Demonder looks carefully to Rennar in concern.

"I will be fine, Demonder..." Rennar murmurs quietly, though in a voice that 
still carries upon the streets. Soft assurances she tries to whisper to them, 
but there's a note that suggests taht even she does not believe them.

Elisa sighs, noting the prices of the dresses she was eyeing. With a flicker of 
disappointment, she turns about and begins strolling, humming softly to 
herself.

Demonder travels down the Caemlyn Road, toward the east.

Rennar leaves with Demonder.
Rennar and Demonder continue through the streets of Caemlyn. He eventually 
leads her to her home, and up the stairs...

Upstairs Hallway: Tiras Lorn, Caemlyn(#4361RL$)

You stand in the upstairs hallway. The walls here are also of white stone, and 
the floor is of white marble tiles. The ceiling has stuccoed geometric designs 
on it, and banners hang along the walls at various spots. Wooden doors, painted 
white, lead off the hallway into personal rooms, and one leads off to the 
servant's hallway. Another door leads into the nursery where the younger girls 
have their rooms. At the one end of the hall is the staircase leading down to 
the main floor.
                                                                              
Contents:
Demonder

Rennar arrives with Demonder.

Demonder leads Rennar up the stairs quietly, lost a little in his own thought. 
In his concern. They head toward Rennar's apartment.

You open the door and walk into the Outer Chambers of Rennar's Rooms.

Sitting Room: Rennar's Apartments, Tiras Lorn(#3364RFJM$)

This is the outer chamber to Rennar's rooms. It resembles a small sitting room 
and appears to be lavishly decorated in antique hardwood furniture, with a 
traditional red velvet covering any of the upholstery. There is a large bay 
window, with a window seat, that looks out onto the streets of Caemlyn; a small 
flowering plant hangs in the window, catching the sun's rays. There is a 
loveseat, settee and small table in the room for those who might care to sit 
down and rest.
There are two doors in this room, both are sturdy and made of a dark-stained, 
heavy oak wood; one leads into a private bedchamber and the other leads back 
out into the hallway.

Rennar is not allowing anyone to follow her.

Demonder enters the room from the hallway.

Rennar pauses just inside the door, then turns her attention to Demonder, "I am 
sorry for my outburst...." She begins, though her eyes almost immediately 
lower, "It was that man... there were things about, things seen, which..." She 
shivers again, an uncontrollable action. "They were rather overwhelming."

Demonder takes you with both arms. One slipping around your waist the other on 
your shoulder. He holds you in his embrace for his comfort and yours. "I love 
you Renni," is his simple reply. Then he pulls away for a moment. "Do you know 
what it meant?"

Rennar shakes her head a bit, raising her eyes, "I love you too..." She answers 
first. Again she shakes her head, "I'm not certain, other than it had something 
to do with my brother and... my father."

Demonder's eyes go wide. Very wide, as he holds you firmly. "You are certain?" 
Of course she is, Demonder nods his head as though answering his own question. 
"Halice will need to keep an eye on him then. I assume there is nothing good 
between that man and ... " He doesn't say it. Dead father and brother. "I will 
too."

"I am very certain. I will speak with Halice and make certain he watches him. 
However, there is no /solid/ proof of a connection." Rennar murmurs quietly, 
"We'll talk another time about setting up watches, but now I need to get some 
rest.... and to be alone. I need to think." She gently reaches out and touche 
Demonder's cheek, "I do love you..." She murmurs again.

Demonder wants something more, that is clear by his eyes. As he takes a step 
back, you could almost see the pain in his eyes. "I love you, Renni."

"I know... perhaps we can also talk about our engagement party next time we 
speak as well." Rennar murmurs, a softness entering her voice, "But I do need 
my rest now."

Demonder takes another step back, before turning around and heading away. He 
turns back again, "I know Renni, I know. Just be careful." Demonder heads off.