Krwyn tunrs to Tyri again: "Our lives and our killings seem harsh, overly harsh sometimes. But if we don't our own people who be traited as harsh or even harsher. But nevertheless: the fact alone that you think about your choices and their moral implications makes you different from those we killed tonight and the days to come."

That said, Krwyn lays one arm over Tyri shoulder and hughs her short, as to strengthen her; a most unusual act from the elf who shows emotion almost never.

 Elandra listened she had the same thoughts as Tyri but she knew to keep the Peace some would have to pay the price for that Peace. Elandra smiled at Hooka, and said," We where here for a reason to stop these attacks Amot and the Sisters had us here to protect this ship Hooka and Mik. Keeping the Peace and helping others is what we do but that also means we have to kill to do it, it is not nice but what we have to do to keep the balance of Peace."

Tyri smiled and leaned over, planting a kiss to Krwyn's cheek. "Thank you...thank you all. I am really trying and I guess...overthinking things has made it challenging for me to see the potential dangers that letting those people live could cause." Without warning, she gave Krwyn a big hug and then ran after to Kree to do much the same followed by Lysander though in her hug and given his height, probably ended up shoving his face in her bosom.

Lysander is not sure what to say, so he just hugs back, his face a bit flush.

When the hug broke, Tyri smiled sweetly to the dwarf before turning to follow after Ivy, wanting to help him. She felt immensely better and it showed in not only her smile but the bounce in her step. Reaching out, she took one of the empty buckets from Ivy.

As she almost skips off, the crusty old dwarf smile to himself and can barely be heard saying, caging that spirit would be a shame.

After that, there is light snoring.

In reply to Ivyain Nightblade (msg # 152):

Niphre nodded and followed the girl, Tyri, to where the troops were. When they saw flaming arrows being shot at the ship, she hurried to go see.

Riven looked to where Tyri ran to and softly smiled when she caught up to Ivy and took a bucket. In all honesty, she had to agree with the dwarf's words. She turned her gaze back to the waters, after noting Niphre's arrival. "Be at ease...our battle is done...for now..." she said quietly.

  kree  sipped his caffe  from the overly larg mug, his   boots up on the  railing   as he scanned the river with the spyglass

 he  had  his cloak wrapped around him and his  hood  up, the why he sat he could have  been the   ship's  well with  some canvas on.

 The Sister Moons..chase  across the sky.. this  ten day, the moon of light  would  reach the  arms of the Mountains first... next tenday, the Dark sister would reach  the amrm of the mountains first.

 ..you should all enjoy the  Plank tonight, if will be a while before   we see the inside of an Inn again.

Lysander misses what Kree says, as he is sound asleep among the crates.  He is accustomed to the hardship.  The morning light will awaken him, or the sound of the next battle.

"I go where my Captain goes," she stated softly, taking up a position nearby. "And Lysander is already sleeping..." She motioned to where the dwarf was.

 Elandra smiled at Hooka and then got up and headed towards the Plank, she said," I will spend another night in the warm bed while I can. Good evening and may Peace be with you." She will wait for good byes and then head into the Plank.

---->>>> to Plank

Stil a bit shaken by the strong retour hug by Tyri, Krwyn searches for a place between the crates, out of sight for everyone looking, where he makes himself comfortable. "We can protect the boat unseen, but also cover the Plank against further attacks from here", he mumbles to himself while he wraps his cloak around his body.

  there is a Good natured  laugh from Kree,..the  day the Plank needs protected, is the  day The Arrows  are no more..... you think the Barmaids   to be helpless?, or the cooks?..  there are  people down in the Armory who guard the door to the Dwarven tunnels.. and work the forge down there... if any in the Plank have dark intentions towards us?  they will, nay , last long.

 As far as The ship goes , I should think whatever idiots  send  these folks to thier  deaths, do not have enough coin to send more... on the other hand? if they were wise, they promised to pay them After?... so.. they wasted no coin at all.... That Jolly boat... that cost  some one , some heavy coin

 ..I am staying out , for two reasosns... the first, is to see where the Master of this Vessel  is coming from. The second reason, is a promised the Lad I would watch his ship so he could get  warm and get food.. I'd let the lizard in, if   Reedrick would not  have  thoughts of  adding her hide to the wall.

"I don't think the Plank needs protection as well as we can prevent another surprise attack as by the Tou nobel with his croonies. Probably that would save Reedicks windows from damage again. I'll probably would rather like stand your fury, than Reedicks'" grins Krwyn. "I would expect that the master of this ship already would have been killed in an 'accident' by now. When the boy and the dragonette would have been slaughtered, it would have been fairly easy to replace master and new crew by men from our adversariesm whomever that may be."

  Aye...but he went to the Navy Docks to get a crew... The Emperor  gave him a chit to  hire   folks, i suspect the  sailors who would be available  would not be the best..but should be clean... if.. the fool traveled off to  other places, then he deserves what ill , may have befallen him.

 ..That Jolly boat came from a frigate, or bigger.... some one   either has really good thivese.. or a very fat purse.

"Let's hope for the latter," she muttered, finding a spot to sit. "At least that way, they are padding our own pockets once we rid ourselves of whatever rabble they hire." Once seated, she lowered her mask and took a pipe out from a pocket. Carefully she packed the bowl before putting it between her lips and lighting it with a tindertwig. It was a pastime that she enjoyed with her brother but he was no longer there so...she offered the pipe to Kree first and then to anyone else who wished to partake.

 Kree eyes  look at the pipe, that then ti Riven,like she was a three headed orc.

 what!.. NO!..get that way from me.... we may be in the city, and  the spells from the inns  and such are bad  enough, i don't  what smoke smell on my cloak and hair?.. may as well walk through the night with a torch, danging on a drum, to let folks you are there!

 he shakes his head,..that's  why Halfings  die  so fast away from thier  homes,  they tell all the ebasts and Hunters where a free meal is...

She laughed at Kree's reaction. "An occasional thing is not so bad." The pipe triggered the past, the good times spent among friends, the dark times when separated and working...and darker times still living the life of a slave. She let put a slight shuddered sigh.

In the midst of a bad dream, Lysander awakes, thinking he hears to sound of battle not far off.  He quickly realizes it is just the party going on in the Plank, and goes back to sleep.

  The deep night was upon the , the water  makign noise  as the breeze  picked up and waves  lashed against the Docks. the ships  bumped   gently agains   Cloth covered  posts.


 The Moons   were reaching out to the Mountains, it would not be long before  the    slipped behind to rest for the day.

 kree , like some clock work  machine, woudl raisew the spyglass and  scan the   water  and the farside of the  River

In reply to Riven Goldleaf (msg # 256):

"That is good." Niphre sighed in relief.

She remained where she was, watching the river and occasionally looking up to the sky but it didn't mean she wasn't paying any attention though it might have looked like she wasn't. When she finished her pipe, she put it away and continued to watch and wait.

   Kree   nodded off a few times, finding sleep augments the elves 'natural' resting.

 every time he a3woke, he  scaned the river, and looked across  the expanse of water to see if the Master of the ship, was coming.

 having the combat be one of range weapons and the beast, Vilmund decides to sit on a crate and lightly swing his hammer over his leg. J'st mee luck, arrow slingers all th' glory. no joy fer meeself. he settles and decides to grab any sleep he can.