Rennar is sitting in the private dining room within the Inn. It's not one of the better ones, but it is certainly one that seems to cater to some of the upper classes. There is a bottle of wine upon her table, and a few glasses should guests or visitors come by.

The door to this dining room containing one member of the Hune family, somewhere in a quiet inn where she will not be easily found, opens and an unexpected visitor steps softly into the room. It's Ealam. He looks tired and a bit roughed up. There's a faint bruise on his cheek. The door is closed behind him, and he offers the occupant of the room a bow, perhaps more formal than ordinary. Maybe he's remembering he is in fact a Lord. "Lady." His tone is soft, though it still has that raspy edge to it.

Rennar's eyes go expectantly to the door as it opens. She starts to rise from her chair, then pauses midway. Surprise touches her eyes. "Ealam." At least she remembered to use the right name. She retakes her seat, though gives him an equally respectful nod. "Please, come in."

Ealam's eyes flicker over the private room before resettling on Lady Hune. "Thank you. I thought perhaps you might appreciate a little company for a few minutes. You are.. comfortable?" He doesn't ask if she is happy about being here. He suspects she is not.

"As comfortable as I can be." There is worry that lines her eyes. Rennar looks back to the door briefly, pressing her lips together. "No one followed you?"

Ealam shakes his head, a hint of that confidence of his shining out from his blue eyes and curling at the corner of his mouth. "A Fade could not have followed me today. I have been all over the city this day." Perhaps its a boast, perhaps not.

Rennar chuckles lightly, her eyes dancing about, though not as happily as they could be. "That is good to know..." She lets her voice trail, then seems to wince inwardly, "Tell me, is there any news of rumors regarding what occured...?" She is speaking of herself, of course.

Ealam regards Lady Hune for a moment and moves to stand near a chair opposite the one Rennar is sitting in. "May I?" He gestures to the chair.

Rennar dips her head quietly to Ealam, "You may, of course. And, if you are so inclined, please feel free to a glass of wine." She regards the man before her quietly.

The chair scrapes on the floor softly as Ealam pulls it out and plants his 5'11" frame on the chair. He ignores the wine. He rarely drinks much more than a pint of ale, and even that rarely. "No thank you, Lady. Has Demonder been to speak with you today?" Hi unimpassioned blue eyes could bore holes in wood.

Slowly, Rennar shakes her head from side to side, "Nay, not as of yet. He is probably busy attempting to explain my disapperance, or things that've occured."

Demonder enters the stables from courtyard of Tiras Lorn.

Turail nods, reaching up to rub his chin, considering how much he should reveal. "He may know more than I.. but word has it that your sister was recovered last night." If he tells her any less than this, she may go out looking for Calisa herself.

Eyes brighten at the word brought before her, "Calisa is safe...?" There is a touch of hope within Rennar's eyes, then oddly enough it dashes, and she seems to slump back into her chair, "Is she well? Or is it only rumor?"

Ealam shakes his head, 'I believe it to be more than rumor, Lady Hune. There was a search conducted last eve. That much I am sure of. Take heart. I'm sure Demonder knows more than I," Pity is a brief wraith reflecting in his eyes. "But I believe she is alive and found."

At single, Demonder makes his way into the private dining room of an inn. That limp of his is doing better, but not by much. There is a slight surprise in his eyes, and some might think it is that Ealam is there, but it would really be for the surprise that Lady Rennar is still where he had left her last. "Cousin. Renni," he bows to each as he walks to them.

Rennar glances up at the door once more as it opens, eyes lightly up more fully this time. "Demonder.." Her word is soft and simple, a quiet greeting. "Please come join us?" She's fulfilling her promise to stay put, "Ealam was just telling me about Calisa's discovery?"

Ealam is sitting at the table across from her Ladyship, and turns in his chair at the sound of the door opening and Demonder opening, hand straying cautiously to his sword before he sees who it is. "Cousin." His eyes flicker to Rennar sideways and back to Demonder.

"Calisa is safe within the palace, Renni," Demonder says in a warm and reassuring tone as he walks toward the table the two sit at. He goes to Rennar's side, his arm moving across her shoulder in a warmer greeting before going on. "Cronus and Rio Sedai's Gaidin seemed to have been the main heroes in the rescue." Taking a deep breath, Demonder goes on. "I have not heard anything different on rumours that might consider you, Renni. Though I think there may be a few I will be less likely to hear considering..."

Ealam sits back in his chair and considers the pair with his normal stoic expression, though an observant eye might catch a hint of satisfaction at the sight of Demonder with his arm around Lady Hune. Rocky times for this pair. Perhaps they will make it through, provided the culprits in the attacks can be fully ferretted out before more damage is done.

Slowly, Rennar nods her head in regard to the words spoken to her. "I will need to remember to thank them." She shifts slightly within her seat, "I only hope that their work was not for naught." She lowers her eyes to the tabletop, fingers worrying away at the slintered wood.

Not words that Demonder wants to hear, the arm continuing to offer her comfort as he considers her words. "There was no Children involvement in the matter. Not beyond a Child that was found with Calisa, one held against his will." Demonder is going to ignore the other matter of Calisa's future for now. "I have yet to see Calisa, but I may speak with her if you wish. I'm not certain what our immidiate plans are, I suppose it be better to feel out what the opinion of the palace is, and what has already been heard."

"Speak to her about what occured? I would not mind that, since I do not think I will be returning to the Palace any time soon." Rennar keeps her voice low, "I have decided to stay here until Tiras Lorn is renovated."

Ealam watches and listens, as he is wont to do when his own information is sketchy, or he's hiding something perhaps. What he'd really like to know, is how many accomplices in the matter remain at large.

"Perhaps that would be for the best," Demonder agrees slowly, shifting his eyes to his cousin. There are matters of complication for the young Lord, before he goes on. "Cousin, you have not heard anything of interest on Lady Rennar in the streets?" he asks simply.

Rennar nods her head once more, then turns it to regard Turail, or Ealam, whichever he chooses to call himself. She folds her hands before her, leaving her wineglass untouched. A bottle of wine and several empty glasses are upon the table.

Ealam shrugs slightly, meeting Demonder's gaze steadily. "People do talk of our two houses in general. Some feel that.. a great deal of stress is taking its toll on some of our members.. but this is not very widespread as of yet." He's reluctant to look at Rennar. "There have been one or two garbled accounts of some sort of scene in front of Tiras Lorn involving you two.. but only two people repeated it to me out of the many I have seen today."

Harsh and unforgiving as Ealam's demeanor can sometimes be, he almost seems embarrassed at speaking of gossip about Rennar in front of the lady herself.

A thoughtful expression passes over Rennar's features, "No doubt, none of it good. I will not return to the palace until I know things have calmed a bit." Her words are firm and decisive, "Or, that Aislynn will not have me stripped of title and lands."

Surprisingly, Demonder has the sight of relief about him when Ealam mentions of the word spread of their fight. Making no motion to sit, Demonder's large fingers begin to slowly massage at Rennar's shoulders. "There is little rumour that is spoken to me of myself or Rennar, as could be imagined. The rumours within the palace would be of most need in knowledge." Demonder isn't certain how much Ealam knows, of course. As Rennar's words, he simply looks down to her with regard. "You will not be stripped of your title or lands." Although there is certainty in his words, Demonder understands very well that it could come to that.

"You do not know that Demonder." Rennar's voice suggests something more practical. "How could I not be after that display?" She continues to pick at the splinters upon the table, carefully pulling small pieces of wood up with her nails.

Ealam fingers the ring on his finger, which gleams dully with a hawklike figure carved into it. "Perhaps it is time to make myself known to the Throne." His voice has a thoughtful sound. "Demonder, I asked you on my return of Prince Theowyn. It's been a long time since he saw me.. perhaps he even believes me dead as most do.. but if he will see me, perhaps I may convince him to speak with the Queen on Lady Hune's behalf."

Slowly, Rennar shakes her head, keeping her eyes glued to the table, "I'd rather you not. I doubt the Prince wants to have much to do with me at the moment either." Her words somehow seem to come more softly than before.

The words Rennar speaks are more the truth in the reality of the situation. Demonder nods faintly, fingers urging to losen her shoulder muscles as he considers the matter. "We've yet to know if there is a problem, cousin. At least, it would be best if we not pulled too far ahead. If you do choose to announce yourself, it would be best to keep your ear to what the rumor within the palace is." There's a thought pause on that, as he listens to Rennar and simply nods. "Yes, the First Prince will not be an easy supporter of Lady Hune at the moment. Nor Aislynn's Gaidin, Nicodemus. I fear Aislynn is the only friend we may have within the royals. And that is shaken."

Ealam frowns. Actually its more of a scowl. "Perhaps it might be beneficial if I knew why you consider them unlikely to be supportive, Demonder.. Lady Hune?"

And, thusly, the reason for the arguement between Rennar and Demonder comes out. She does not look up, of course, simply pays attention to digging her nails into the wood as she speaks, no tension leaving her. After a few moments, she glances to Demonder, her eyes questioning him in the matter.

Trust Ealam to be less than delicate at times, and to dig exactly where the bones are buried without knowing it.. only knowing that something is buried there.

Strange how eyes befall on Demonder. He looks between Ealam and Rennar for a moment before taking a deep breath. "It is a matter of House Hune. I'm in no position to speak on the matter." Demonder's eyes fall back to Rennar, as he shifts to the side while standing behind so he may see her better.

Sure, just plop it all back upon her shoulders. "I must first ask that you not speak to another about this matter, if I am to tell you." Rennar's voice comes quietly.

Turail fixes his eyes on Lady Hune with an expression that is faintly amused at the suggestion that he might do otherwise. "Your honor is my honor." He says simply.

Demonder will support Rennar in all matters, but lets the final decision of what is told to Turail rest with her. Holding her shoulders, he encourages Rennar with the slighest strokes of his fingers. "Not everything you hear, you will like, cousin. Do know you swear secrecy on that which may trouble you."

Turail folds his fingers together in front of him, glancing up at Demonder and then returning his gaze to the face of Lady Hune unflinchingly. "I do know it. Trouble comes. One cannot hide from it, only face it."

Rennar looks up at Demonder's words, eyes carefully studying Turail's face. Finally, after what seems to be a few moments of silence, she lowers her eyes to the table again and begins, unable to bear any judgemental looks she might receive in her tale. "There is a young woman, who goes by the name of Sadi, within the Palace. She is currently known as my cousin, though cousin she is not." She lets that first bit settled, though sounds as if there is more.

One of Turail's eyebrows rises a scant bit as he listens attentively. He has his teeth in this now though, and he isn't letting go of it till he hears it.

"She is the woman that saved Rennar's life from certain death when Tores Lorn was stormed by the Queen and Whitecloaks," Demonder continues slowly. He will go on with what Rennar is willing to say. "When the storming happened, assassins were sent after Rennar to have her dead. Seri saved her." He explains this more fully, avoiding the subject of the next. "But Sadi was also involved in helping Jeffrin kidnap Renni. A criminal seen by Rennar's own eyes." It gets a little more worse then that. "Renni has made this information known to the Queen, with the Prince and Gaidin pressent. It was difficult to capture which of the three was less disturbed, though all three were certainly."

Seri=Sadi

Turail taps his fingertips together, his attention not wavering. "What has been done with this woman?" Surely there is more of this than that. None of this is Rennar's fault.

"As I told you, she is within my House, as a cousin. She wished repayment for saving my life. I granted want she wanted, and then told the Queen first chance I got of the matter." Rennar's voice comes softly, uncertainly. "I believe, since she keeps bragging she has underworld connections, that knowingly keeping her within teh House and under watchful eye, she might prove to be of use to the Queen. I am a loyal patron of Andor, I would never do anything to knowingly bring harm to Aislynn. What has become of Sadi after my talk with the Queen, I do not know. Demonder and I argued, then parted ways shortly afterwards.... and then things got ugly between us from there."

Turail's next question is soft and laced with something uneasy. "Why did she save you, after putting her hand to harm you?" He leans forward a little, belieing his interest in this particular question.

"It wasn't on that. The argument." Demonder stops. "Well, indiretly." He considers, shaking his head some more. "The matter at hand is we're not certain what the Queen has done with the revolation of having a member of the underworld stay within palace walls as a guest of the Queen. And under pretences of being noble." Taking a deep breath, he seems relieved that the first problem is explained without incident from Turail.

"I still continue to ask myself that question each night." Rennar responds, though her voice does not grow any more quiet than before, "I would suppose because she wanted a better life for herself? She wished luxary, and what better way to get it than to ask a benevolent Head of a House for such aid after saving their lives?"

Turail looks thoughtful again, his fingertips continuing to tap together. "I hope you intend to watch her for the rest of her days... she cannot hope to betray her masters and escape their punishment indefinitely... unless they agree with her decision." His glance has a piercing quality again, as if following that thought to a destination he would rather it did not lead to.

Demonder isn't pleased with this matter, of course. "That is the idea, to watch her. To keep her near." Well, Rennar's idea, as Demonder casts his eyes to her.

"I have procured an Oath from her that my family will not be harmed. That's not to say that she will not try to harm others." Rennar returns quietly, pressing her lips together in thought, "But I do intend to have her watched, quite thoroughly, if the Queen does not decide to act against her, herself."

"I have procured an Oath from her that my family will not be harmed. That's not to say that she will not try to harm others." Rennar returns quietly, pressing her lips together in thought, "But I do intend to have her watched, quite thoroughly, if the Queen does not decide to act against her, herself."

Ealam's expression changes somewhat to an 'ah' look of understanding. "I can see where this situation might be viewed as volatile... the Queen will do what she will... what will /you/ do if she acts against this woman, Lady Hune?" He emphasizes 'you' and 'Lady Hune' slightly, as if to remind that her destiny is her own to shape.

"There is nothing that I can do." Rennar answers, looking up at Turail in a bit of confusion, "If the Queen chooses to act, it is well within her rights as monarch and ruler of this nation. I have, indeed, knowingly harbored a criminal since the day she escaped Tiras Lorn with myself and others of my family."

It's a good thing Rennar doesn't go on with the line of such an action would go against House Hune. Well, it was hinted at, but it is those words that had caused Demonder to shiver the other night. The lord standing behind Rennar continues to offer her support with the warmth of his hands, and simply nods at the words. "That may not speak well for Renni, as the matter might be more exposed. And then certainly there will be those that will call for Rennar's removal."

Ealam keeps his face carefully schooled, hiding his thoughts. He could always break this woman's neck and be done with it...... a harsh thought, admitedly, but he does what he has to, when he has to. Still. It may not be necessary. "Is there more than this you have not told me?"

"The woman has contacts in the underworld." Rennar comments quietly, "I have belief that if something untoward were to happen to her, despite her Oath to me, that she has friends who have made no such Oath. They are free to act as they would, anytime."

Turail nods and points out dryly, "It seems to me, you do not have thier oath even if she remains where she is.. only hers."

"A point I am all too aware of." Rennar speaks in soft tones, eyes drifing to Demonder briefly, "My life is already in danger, no matter what occurs with her. I am the heir-apparent and there are already threats upon me for that, among other things." She will not mention her ability, if rumor of that has not leaked to the other man.

All these small bits of information not made clear before. Demonder stiffins at that, and slowly nods his head. The fingers massage a little too hard for the briefest of moments before he simply cups his hands on her shoulders without motion. "As the matter remains, it is not easy to look past. Or to find a likely solution. It is only our wish that we remain within the decision of Sadi's fait. Not the Queen, or others. She will be watched, and used."

Turail nods again. "I will speak to no one of this.. but if I might suggest... even though these three are troubled by this woman.. nothing has been done thus far.. that would indicate to me that they yet stand by you." He keeps his eyes on Rennar. "You Lady Hune, try to bear the world on your shoulders... and then punish yourself when you cannot. A little more trust in your friends might bear consideration..." His voice is mild, even if his gaze is slightly reproving.

"I am a woman who has had her world just recently returned to her, after having been rocked upside down. I have very little reason to trust many at all, and those few I do are trusted completely, for the most part." Rennar murmurs quietly, folding her hands now within her lap, "However, that does not mean I wish to see them get hurt or harmed, and that I try to protect them from that fate, does not mean that they are not trusted." As she speaks, her eyes go to Demonder, as if trying to fortify what was earlier discussed between them.

Turail leans forward, jabbing his finger onto the table in the center. "You will forgive my bluntness, Lady Hune, but you put more trust in your known enemy than your friends. I tell you, you will do more harm to your friends, not less continuing this way." Then his expression becomes mild again and he sits back, that said.

Demonder's eyes slip across Rennar as he finally begins to take the seat beside her. Even then, his arm doesn't leave her shoulder. The lord's eyes darken a moment. "Protecting by not sharing the truth will threaten the trust, Renni," he states slowly, but actually leans forward enough to place a kiss on her cheek or lips, whichever she offers, in recognition of a message between them. Turning to Turail, he nods. "She carries much on her shoulders, and reluctant for aid."