The Princess is in Another Castle

Written by Biara

*Sunfire Estate, Current Day*

Braeth'el tightened the straps on his bracers, pulling the hard leather against his skin firmly to ensure they wouldn't slip in combat. With that task complete, he checked his belt sheaths to ensure that each of the half-dozen daggers he carried could be easily retrieved and thrown. Combined with the weapons included in his boot sheaths, he had a decent supply of equipment to deal with any eventualities.

He paused for a moment in his trip down the empty stone corridor, holding his hand up. On his right ring finger sat a small golden ring with a green emerald set in it. He stared hard at the object, focusing on it and trying to conjure the magic within it to life one last time. The ring had been enchanted by Biara long ago, and was linked to a bracelet that Kyliska wore and that they had been using to communicate regularly for the past few weeks. That is until all communication from Kyliska had abruptly ended two days prior.

Braeth'el had attempted to contact the wayward Sunfire sister multiple times, and he was becoming concerned now. Kyliska was headstrong and often thrust herself into the heart of battle, but she was usually at least aware enough to keep her allies informed of her intentions (indeed, how could one not hear her battle-cries anyway?). That she had not contacted him in so long, especially after she had been so very interested in talking regularly with him, was an ominous sign, and there was only one thing to do.

With a shrug Braeth'el completed his trip down the corridor, pushing open the door to Biara's bedchambers and slipping inside before closing and locking the barrier behind him. He moved quickly to one of Biara's dressers, counting the drawers and opening the second one from the bottom. He smirked as he peered within it, noting a rather large and amusing collection of lingerie, stockings, and other unmentionables that the busy Magistrix probably never ever wore. Digging down into the drawer and pushing aside the delicates, he uncovered the hidden door beneath the clothing.

"Ah Biara, you were always a terrible spy. You fired me and didn't bother to move the magical objects that you specifically told me about for emergencies. It's fortunate that you are so bad at this, because now perhaps I can find out what's going on," Braeth'el murmured.

Picking one last pair of panties off of the door and casually tossing them on the floor, Braeth'el opened the secret compartment and reached in, retrieving an orb made of glass. The object had Kyliska's name on it, with runes encircling it in careful patterns. He touched the writing and the entire object began to glow, casting an image against the wall beside him.

Braeth'el's mouth hung open in surprise as he turned to watch the image. As expected, the scrying orb showed him Kyliska's current location, and not too surprisingly she appeared to be manacled to the floor of a dungeon somewhere. What caught him by surprise was how she looked. In the image, she was kneeling on the floor, her eyes closed and her hands clasped together in prayer. Tears ran from her eyes as she quietly murmured something that the orb would not let him hear. As he watched, a soft, radiant light seemed to shine down upon her, and golden wings seemed to spread from her back. She remained motionless, her plea to the light continuing and her eyes closed as it blessed her.

It was as if he were looking upon some mythical angel, so radiant was the light and so beautiful was Kyliska. He had seen her in many different places and situations, had known her to be rough on the battlefield or taverns and sometimes more feminine when her sister Biara forced her to dress the part, but never had he witnessed Kyliska's faith. In it he saw the heart that beat beneath the rough edges and the constant warfare; he saw the love and joy that she possessed deep within her, beneath all the flaws, and he found it breathtaking.

For a few moments, Braeth'el simply watched Kyliska in her prayers before he finally tore his gaze away from the orb and set it down on Biara's dresser. He shook his head, already planning his next steps. "It figures...she becomes a delicate, beautiful little thing right when she's likely in the most danger once again. I guess I'll go get her, but this time she's staying put here until she's taken some classes on how not to get captured."

With that he turned and headed for the door, leaving Biara's room even more of a mess than he and Kyliska had left it last time.

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*Sunfire Garrison, Evening the next day.*

Kyliska opened her eyes, her prayers falling silent as she finished her plea. She'd been praying for days now, not only for rescue but also for forgiveness and even to cleanse herself. She'd eaten very little, the fasting allowing her to focus and putting things in perspective. Likely her captors were concerned about the fact that she had refused food today, but she needed time to think and to clear her mind of more mundane things so she could focus on the Light and what her father had told her.

Already she had begun to feel better about herself and what she could do. Her life, up to this point, had been battles, booze, and romantic encounters that had not left her feeling fulfilled. The Light had made her see everything in a different way, but it also had taught her that it didn't always have to be this way. There were paths that lead to true happiness if she were brave enough to walk them and the one thing Kyliska had was bravery aplenty.

A noise further up the hallway drew her attention, and she turned to see a figure speaking softly with the two guards that were stationed at the beginning of the row of cellblocks. The conspirators that had captured her were few in number, and could only keep guards in the dungeon itself while Thandir and Dralath took care of running the daily business of the military outpost.

As Kyliska watched, the visitor turned and began to walk towards her, Dralath's form becoming clear as he drew nearer. He paused on the other side of the bars, staring down at her where she sat on the floor, looking disappointed. "Kyliska, you've not eaten much again today. If you think to starve yourself so that we let you go, know that we will simply force you to eat if need be. There are ways this can be done with magic."

Kyliska shook her head, rising and standing in front of her betrayer, "I'm not starving myself, I'm fasting. I need time to think, time to focus. You've already overthrown my authority here and imprisoned me, leave me to my thoughts and prayers at the least."

Dralath shook his head, "You know we can't do that. We can't allow you to die in the event that something goes wrong here. If you won't comply, we'll be forced-"

Kyliska's eyes widened as a shadow seemed to detach itself from the deeper shadows along the corridor's walls, rushing up behind Dralath. Before the elf could finish what he was saying, he was forcibly propelled forwards, his face almost comical to Kyliska as it collided with the bars. His skull made a loud *dink* sound as it rebounded off the iron, the elf's fel green eyes rolling up in his head as he was rendered unconscious.

Dralath never hit the ground, his body caught in two strong arms and gently eased down to avoid making any noise. Further up the corridor, the guards there heard nothing, and continued to chat amongst themselves, not even glancing towards the cell. As Dralath was set down, a black-cloaked figure loomed up over him, a pair of fel green eyes meeting Kyliska's and almost making her gasp.

"Ah, there you are, Kyslika," Braeth'el said cheerfully but quietly. "I've been looking everywhere for you. Don't you know it's impolite not to report in when you've told someone you were going to?"

"Braeth'el!" Kyliska whispered breathlessly. "You came to find me! Oh thank the Light!"

Braeth'el merely nodded, pawing at the fallen Dralath and then standing up, the keys to the cell taken from the unconscious Sin'dorei. "We'll get you out of here and to your guards. From what I saw outside, no one is really aware that you are down here. We just need to get through the few who have participated in this conspiracy."

With that he stepped over the unconscious elf and gently put the key in the lock. Before he turned it, he withdrew a small vial from a pouch, coating the lock and key with oil. With a grin he turned it, and it silently unbolted, allowing him into the cell. In an instant, Kyliska was in his arms, hugging him tightly. He grinned and shook his head, wrapping an arm around her and patting her back before releasing her and bending down to apply the oil to the lock on her manacles. Once she was free, he gestured at the unconscious Dralath and the two pulled him inside the cell before slipping out and closing it silently.

All of this occurred in the utmost of secrecy, and the guards at the end of the hallway heard nothing, continuing their private conversation. Braeth'el took a few steps down the corridor, Kyliska following before he held a hand out, his palm against her shoulder. He looked back at her and shook his head, signaling that she shouldn't follow; she was not a trained assassin after all.

Kyliska nodded and bit her lip, not wanting to stay back but understanding that it would be better if things were done quietly and swiftly. She held perfectly still as she watched Braeth'el make his way down the hallway, his muscular form crouched low in a half-crawl that would have made an inexperienced person's back ache to mimic. She watched him admiringly as he moved in complete silence towards the guards, circling so that he was approaching in a direction from which neither of them were looking. He drew a dagger and then re-sheathed it, perhaps thinking better of it.

A few feet from the guards, he drew a solid metal sap, the heavy object coming out and quickly colliding with the back of the first guard's head. The second guard's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to cry out just as Braeth'el threw some sort of caustic powder into his face. The guard began to choke and cough, his eyes watering as he stumbled into a wall. Braeth'el casually walked up to him and cracked him over the skull with the weighted sap.

As the second guard fell unconscious to the floor, he signaled for Kyliska to move forward, and she did so with a gleeful smile on her face, stepping over the traitors and again wrapping her arms around him. Her glee was short-lived though as a voice cut through the silence.

"What's this? You have another lover, Kyliska?" Thandir's voice echoed from the stairwell leading out of the dungeon.

Braeth'el and Kyliska both turned to see the Sin'dorei that walked towards them, two remaining traitorous guards in tow as they drew near. Thandir paused a few feet from the two, his expression stern, "Regardless of who this is, we cannot allow you to escape; it would ruin everything and put us right back where we started. Take them."

The two guards behind Thandir drew swords and began to advance on Braeth'el and Kyliska. Braeth'el shrugged and drew his daggers only to find Kyliska's hand on his shoulder. He turned and met her gaze, her eyes staring deeply into his as she spoke, "Braeth'el, please do not kill them. It is my fault that this all happened. I don't want any deaths over my mistakes. Not again."

For a moment Braeth'el said nothing, simply staring into the fel green pools of Kyliska's eyes, seeing the tears there again as whatever conflict she had within her warred with her thoughts. He nodded at her once, his voice gruff, "I'll leave them alive for you, Kyli."

Braeth'el turned and marched towards the approaching guards while Thandir smirked at them, "How touching that you think you could-"

Lightning fast Braeth'el lunged forward. The first guard swung at him only to find the lithe rogue had dodged around him. With almost comical precision Braeth'el's dagger slashed out and parted the elf's belt, causing his sword sheath to slip down his legs. Braeth'el's daggers came up in an 'X' as they caught the second guard's sword above his head, even as he lashed out with one leg, kicking backwards and firmly kicking the now-encumbered first guard hard in the ass.

The first guard stumbled forward, his sword sheath entangling his legs and causing him to windmill his arms as he fell face-first into the solid stone wall of the corridor. His sword clattered out of his hand and was swiftly picked up by Kyliska who stood over him and kept him from rising. In the meanwhile, Braeth'el spun around, allowing his second opponent's sword to fall downward. He punched forward with his main hand, his fingers stiff and his dagger held only by a thumb.

His fingers jammed into the guard's throat, causing him to gag and crumple backwards as Braeth'el casually kicked him in the crotch and stepped past him as he howled. Thandir, eyes wide, drew his own sword and slashed at Braeth'el only to find his blade parried and then deflected up and away, a vicious hit with the hilt of a dagger shattering his wrist and causing him to release his grip on the weapon.

The fight had lasted all of ten seconds, and Thandir brought his unbroken hand up above his head as he found the point of one of Braeth'el's daggers at his throat. The spymaster stared at him with a hard look, his voice firm, "I believe you owe the Lady Sunfire an apology."

"S-sorry..." Thandir croaked, sounding panicked.

Braeth'el poked Thandir a little with the dagger's point, "Say it right."

"S-sorry, L-lady Sunfire..." Thandir said again.

Kyliska nodded, her eyes closed and a prayer on her lips. Her Light came down upon Thandir, his broken bones knitting together as she healed him. Once the prayer was done, she looked at him, a glow in her eyes that had never been there before, "I forgive you, Thandir. Although you and your men must be imprisoned for what you've done, I forgive you. You will not die this day."

Thandir swallowed a lump in his throat and nodded. He stepped forward as Braeth'el removed the dagger from his neck and prodded him, helping one of his allies up and heading for a dungeon cell at Kyliska's bidding.

A few moments later the traitors were imprisoned and Kyliska was finally able to lower her weapon. She turned to Braeth'el and smiled, feeling at peace at last, "Thank you so much, Braeth'el. You don't know what I've been through."

He sheathed his weapons and nodded, a calloused hand placed on her shoulder gently as he spoke softly to her, "I am beginning to see that it was more than I know. I told you I would watch out for you, Kyli. I'll always be here for you."

Kyliska nodded, leaning forward to kiss her spymaster once before breaking away, "Come, let us get out of this place. I need to speak to my sister about what's happened here and then...I think it's time I went home. There is much I need to change."

With that she strode away up the stairs of the dungeon, leaving Braeth'el to stare after her, alternately watching the pleasing sight of her swaying hips and considering the changes that had come over her. He shook his head and smiled; it was never a dull moment with the Sunfire Sisters.

The Takeover

Kyliska sat on a stool in her quarters. She smiled and laughed with Thandir and Dralath. She always had a good time with them. They seemed to just enjoy her company and she enjoyed theirs. She knew they had her back on the battlefield and then knew that they could all let off some steam when the fighting was over. She sighed and chugged down another drink. For some reason, the alcohol seemed to be affecting her differently tonight. She shrugged it off that she just drank too much too fast.

"I think I might need a little break from drinking my friends. I could also have a bit to eat, that might help to soak up some of this alcohol." Kyliska stated. Thandir and Dralath looked at her and then burst into laughter. "What is so funny?" Kyliska was shocked by their reaction.

"Kyli, you are drinking as much as you always do! You are fine, we wouldn't let anything bad happen to you!" Thandir said with a smirk. Kyliska nodded to him, she trusted him, more so than even Dralath. He was right, they would look out for her and her well being. He poured her another mug of ale and she stared at it for a minute. Thandir came to sit next to her and put his arm around her. "Drink up dear Kyli, you know you want to! Come on, let us have some fun!" He nudged the mug towards her and suddenly pulled her in for a long kiss. After the kiss, she smiled and took the mug in her hands and she drank from it.

An hour later Kyliska was drunk and could barely move. Yet she was dancing around with Thandir, and then he would twirl her around towards Dralath. They were all laughing and having a great time. Each would take turns taking her in their arms and kissing her. It didn't even feel real. She felt like she was not in control of her body. During one of the twirls she almost fell on the floor but Thandir was there to catch her with his strong arms. "My hero! You always did look out for me Thandir, what would I do without you?" she said breathily and then her eyes began to get heavy. "What is wrong? I do not feel well." Thandir continued to hold her and then moved her slowly to the floor. "Kyli, dear, I think you did have too much to drink. Just let us take care of you, you just need to sleep it off."

"Mmmhmmm....." Kyli mumbled and let her eyes close fully. It felt like days that her eyes were closed. Her head was fuzzy and her memory was a fog. Her head was yet again pounding, much like it did every other time she drank too much. But something was different this time. She felt sluggish, and her stomach was in knots. She was still dizzy even though she knew she must have been sleeping for quite some time. That was something else that was strange. She was not in her quarters. She was somewhere else. Kyliska slowly tried to open her eyes so she could get a better look at her surroundings. Almost as soon as her eyes were open, she just wanted to shut them again.

Something was terribly wrong. She was most definitely not in her quarters. She was in a dungeon of some sort. Her first thought was not again, she was imprisoned not too long ago and she did not want to see the inside of a cell for a very long time! She sighed as she closed her eyes tight and tried to will away the pounding pain in her head. She opened her eyes and looked around. She was in one of the bigger cells which was nice of whoever put her there she thought smugly. Of course one of her ankles was in a manacle yet again. She tried to pull at it but it was too strong for her. She was also pretty weak at the moment that she thought that she would not be able to even fight a fly if it were to come near her.

Then out of nowhere she heard laughing. She wasn't sure if at first it was just in her head, and she was indeed going crazy. But then she looked to the opening of the dungeon and saw a figure standing there, and coming closer. At least this time I will meet my captivator she thought glumly. She looked to the masculine shape as it came closer. Then she opened her mouth wide with shock. It was Thandir! She tried to stand up to go to the front of her cell but fell down as the manacle kept her firmly in place. She tried to say a blessing or something to try to get her free and he just laughed. She knew that he must have put some kind of ward on it to make it so she could not perform any sort of magic, just like her last captivator.

"Thandir, what in the fel are you doing? Why would you imprison me in my own garrison?" she yelled. "I thought I could trust you!"

Thandir came closer and knelt down near her. "Oh my dear dear Kyliska. You did not even see this coming, not at all." he started. "You are so reckless, you do not even think of anyone else and their safety. You have and always will only think of yourself. You just run into battle and you expect us to all follow blindly to our deaths." he stopped and really looked deep into her eyes. "I followed you for far too long. I will NOT let myself or other people I care about go to their deaths for you. Someone who does not even care about OUR safety. You think you are so strong, just because you are this fancy noble. Well i am a noble too, and I do not think the same as you. I think before I set off to battle, I do not just go wherever I wish. You might have a death wish but none of the rest of us do."

He stood up and paced back and forth. "The others were too afraid of you to approach you, so that is why I took it into my own hands to do it this way. You cannot be reasoned with. I do not know or care what happened to you back on Azeroth. It does not give you the right to play with our lives like we are some sort of pawns in a game you are playing!" Thandir shouted at her and he was surprised to see how Kyliska reacted. Instead of screaming back at him, she started to cry.

"Thandir, you are right. I deserve this." she said. "I do not think of anyone but myself. I get this blood lust when I am fighting and I cannot see or think of anything other than the task at hand. And it has gotten worse since coming here. I know this. I did not want to admit it to myself. This was a sort of therapy for me, but I cannot continue on this way." she began to sob. Her whole body was shaking as she tried to catch her breath. "You were right in capturing me. If I want to risk my life that is my choice but I should not force you or anyone else to risk yours when you do not want to. That is on me....."

Thandir was still in shock over seeing Kyliska's reaction. He thought that she would be infuriated with him for doing this. Instead she was sort of....grateful. He almost felt bad about what he had done after seeing how upset she had become. Obviously something traumatic happened to her on Azeroth, and now he found himself wanting to talk to her about it, wanting to help her though it. But then he snapped himself back into reality. "I am glad you agree with me, that will make things a lot easier. I still think you will need to stay here though. I do not trust that you will make the right decisions." he said. "I will be in charge of the garrison for now. I have already told everyone that you went off on some mission, not unlike you do almost every single day. One thing I could count on is that you are predictable with some things. Your fighting, and your drinking."

Kyliska hung her head in shame. "I understand. I just want to be better." Thandir nodded and made his way out of the dungeon. As soon as she was alone again, she started to cry once more. Yes she was mad that Thandir did what he did, but maybe this is a good thing in the end. Clearly something had to change. She could not keep going on the way she was. Recklessly fighting and putting everyone's lives at danger, and for what? Yes Andithiel broke her heart, but had she not done that to him as well? She was a hypocrit. And she was not dealing with her emotions in a healthy way.

Kyli did not know if it was whatever Thandir did to her, if he poisoned her or if she was just in a bad place, but she thought that she could see someone in her dungeon. A form that was not quite real, it looked like a ghost, and at first she was scared, and then she saw who it was and she started to cry all over again. It was her father, Kelthias Sunblade. He came closer to her and knelt next to her. He smiled sadly at her and began to speak. "My dear dear Kyli, what has happened to you? What happened to that little girl of mine that was so carefree and happy? I will always love you with all of my heart but you need to change." he looked at her with nothing but love in his eyes. "My daughter, bad things happen, and it is not fair, but please please try to find the woman you once were. Do not let your heart become dark with pain and anger. You need to let the light in."

Suddenly her cell began to glow. It started off as a soft glow and then began to get brighter and brighter until it was almost too much to bear to look at. Kyli wanted to cover her eyes but she also wanted to look at her father for as long as possible. "Father! I can change, I will change! I love you, please do not leave me!" she yelled. "Just stay a little longer, I need your help, your guidance, I need you. You were taken from me, I miss you more than I can ever say, please please just stay a little while longer!"

The light continued to get brighter as if mocking her pleas. "Kyliska, you know in your heart what you must do, what you are capable of doing. You can right your wrongs. You can be better. Just believe in yourself. I love you more than you will ever know." Kelthias's words began to get softer. "NO! Father do not go! Please!" Kyliska screamed. As quick as the light built up and blinded her it was gone. Kyliska could not catch her breath at first. It was like the light went inside of her. She put a hand to her chest and suddenly she felt calm. Her breathing started to slow and her tears stopped. She wasn't quite sure what happened, but something did indeed happen. Her father wanted her to be better, and she knew she had to do just that. Maybe the light was all she needed after all. It was always a part of her but she always used it to fight against others. Maybe she should use it in a different way. She would make her father proud. She would live up to the legacy that he left behind. He was a brave and courageous man. She would not let him down. Now all she had to do was figure a way out of this dungeon, and she could start her new journey. A journey down the path of the light.

Carelessness

Kyliska Sunfire lay on a plush rug that resembled some kind of animal fur. It most likely was from one of her more recent kills. A fire was ablaze keeping the room warm. She opened her eyes slowly and winced slightly at the light from the fire. Her head was pounding from drinking too much the previous night. She did not care much though, it was what she had been doing since going through the Dark Portal and making a new home in Draenor. She built her Garrison and brought some reinforcements with her from Azeroth, and also made some new recruits here. She enjoyed being the Commander of her Garrison. It was much more fun than being the Lady Sunfire. She never cared much for politics, so just commanding people to fight for her was much more her style.

Kyliska heard a low groan next to her and looked down to see Thandir Silverhawk laying beside her. She had forgotten that he was drinking with her last night and then came back to her quarters. Ever since her break up with Andithiel, she was being a little free. She was not caring about much, and even got sort of barbaric, and animalistic. She was more basic in her needs than she ever was when she was at House Sunfire. She was not living in a lavish environment and that suited her just fine. She went back to the days where she would drink until she passed out, and she would be with many different men that worked for her at her Garrison. There were not that many Blood Elves that made the trip to Draenor with her, but she took full advantage of the ones that did. None of them seemed to mind though. It seemed like it was a mutual understanding that it was all in good fun and nothing serious. She was quite happy with the elves and other races that were working for her in her Garrison. They all seemed to respect her authority and worked well for her. It was exactly what she needed after what happened.

Kyliska did feel slightly guilty leaving House Sunfire when she was supposed to be the one in charge. She did feel confident that Braeth'el would take care of any pressing issues and would somehow be able to contact her if something urgent were to happen. In truth he could probably handle anything to do with the House much better than she could anyway. He had been working for House Dayfire for years, and then for House Sunfire. He was very experienced, in all things. Kyliska smiled to herself as she remembered her last encounter with him. She blushed slightly and then looked to Thandir as he was slowly awakening. He was one of the elves that she most trusted, and he was a loyal and adept fighter. She did feel close to him, more so than others, but she was in no way looking for anything serious. She was still in love with Andithiel even though she ended things with him.

"Hello gorgeous." Thandir said as he looked lazily at Kyliska. "Have you been awake long?"

She smiled at him. "No, I just woke minutes before you. But my head sure is pounding this morning, how much did we drink last night?" she giggled.

"Quite a lot....I did not think there was anyone that could out drink me, but Kyli, you sure proved me wrong!" he laughed back at her.Thandir pulled her down on top of him. "You are absolutely wonderful Kyliska, you know that right? You are gorgeous and you are amazing to watch on the battlefield. And not to mention, you are an amazing lover as well." He gently pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply.

Kyliska slowly pushed him away. "Thandir, I do appreciate all of the nice things you say to me, but I am really nothing special." she said. "I'm just me. I have fun, and I do what I must." She closed her eyes and tried to make the pounding in her head go away. "I think I need to be alone, I do not feel well at all." Thandir started to protest but she was insistent.

Thandir got up slowly and gathered his clothing and got dressed. He had a frown on his face, expecting her to change her mind and let him stay, but she said nothing. He made a slight bow. "As you wish Lady Sunfire." Thandir left the confines of Kyliska's quarters and braved the cold snowy weather. He nodded to his friend Dralath Sunwhisper and he followed him to a remote part of the Garrison. If Kyliska was paying close attention she would have known about this little hideout that Thandir and Dralath had secret meetings at. She was too busy drinking herself until she passed out to notice. Both Thandir and Dralath had enjoyed Kyliska but they both had bigger plans in mind.

"The time has come my friend." Thandir started. "We will strike tonight."

Dralath looked to Thandir and smiled. "Are you sure we will be successful? Kyliska is quite the fighter and she has a lot of endurance and strength."

Thandir sat down at a small table and set down a pitcher. "Dralath, our secret is in this pitcher here. It is not just any ordinary alcohol. It is laced with poison, not enough to kill her, but enough to make her vulnerable." he said slyly. "Yes I know how powerful she is, but that is physical, we can remedy that. She has been drinking every single night since she built this garrison as you well know. I wanted her to think she could trust me, and she does. She will never see this coming my friend."

Dralath took a seat next to Thandir and sniffed the pitcher. "I don't smell anything, are you sure you did it right? We cannot afford for this to go wrong, she will kill us if it does not work, you know this." Dralath said shakily. He was clearly nervous about the plan and Thandir put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.

"I assure you, this will work. She will not have a clue that we plan to overthrow her Command here. She will have no idea that the pitcher is laced with poison. Kyliska's head has not been in the game at all. Yes on the battlefield she fights well and kills swiftly, but when she comes back here, she is somewhere else mentally. She drinks too much to not even realize what is going on around her. That we are staging a coup against her. She trusts everyone here which will make this all the more perfect when we pull it off." Thandir said. "There is no need to worry my friend, trust me. I have been planning this for some time now. And tonight is the night. Soon we shall co-lead this Garrison to greatness."

Dralath still looked worried, but he trusted his friend Thandir. They had been the closest of friends since they were children. He did not think that Thandir would steer him wrong, and he followed him blindly, and without doubt. It still seemed like a tough plan to pull off though. That poison better be strong, he thought. "I trust you, you know this. I'm just nervous. I do not have a death wish, even though I do believe that we could run this Garrison better than Kyliska could. She is a mess. I have no idea what happened before she came here, but she is different than she once was. She is even more reckless than ever, almost like she has a death wish."

Thandir smiled to his friend. "I know and that will make this plan even easier to accomplish. She might even surrender power willingly, but I will not take that chance." he started. "Just make sure to not drink from this pitcher. We will all get together later like we do most nights, but I will mark this pitcher so we know this is the one that Kyli must drink from. She will feel the effects sooner, she does not even have to drink much of it for it to work. And then we will imprison her and we will rule this Garrison the way it was meant to be ruled!"