A Royal Homecoming

[quillkeeper]

"Certainly my Lady."

*With that he drops what he is doing and leaves the tent, returning a few minutes later with two bowls of steaming hot soup.*

[Gumboots]

*Zemilia smiles*

"Thank you."

*She sits beside Sylor slowly drinking her soup.*

[bedevere]

*Sylor eats his soup slowly, politely refusing any assistance. Once finished, he is clearly drowsy, though less so than after other recent meals.*

[bauldin]

From outside the tent a voice is heard

I am looking for Princess Zemilia is this the right tent


**Kerrigan**

[bedevere]

*Sylor calls out from inside*

It is indeed. Come in, Kerrigan.

(As he enters, he sees Sylor lying in a bed off to one side of the tent, clearly still not fully healthy)

[bauldin]

Kerriga ducks under and enters the tent upon seeing Sylor h wonders over to him

Sylor what happened?
Your not looking as healthy as usual?

OOC DNW DS sense power 5

I call upon the powers that control life to cast diagonsis


**Kerrigan**

[Gumboots]

*Zemilia comes from a side compartment wearing a over coat and looking a little anxious. The spear rests beside a writting desk that has three piles of paperwork, there is also a small pile of spell books to one side. As she comes out she speaks gently.*

"Hello Kerrigan and welcome. Sylor it is improving but it is taking some time. Is there anything that I can help with?"

[bedevere]

(OOC - Diagnosis. Lingering effects of severe dehydration, starvation, and traces of some kind of poison still in his system. The poison is not identified by the spell, however)

Good to see you again, Kerrigan.

I was poisoned, the night of the celebration. Thinking me drunk, rather than unconscious, I was taken back to my tent, where I was found a week later. The poison did me little harm, but a week without food or drink took it's toll, sadly.

Still, I am recovering steadily, and with luck, I might be walking around again in a day or two.

[Gumboots]

*Zemilia looks at Kerrigan.*

"I could not help because I was kid-napped."

[bauldin]

As Zemilia comes in Kerrigan stands up from his kneeling position next to Sylor

Ah that is not good, I am glad to know you are getting better, and Zemilia is is a pleasure to see you as always
If there is anything I can do to help your recovry Sylor please let me know

Sorry did you say you where Kidnapped, by who and taken where, how did you escape
This is said with concern in his voice

OOC can someone tell me what sense power 5 picks up please

[bedevere]

(OOC: sense power 5 picks up nothing magical out of the ordinary, though Sylors magical nature seems slightly different to usual)

Thank you Kerrigan, though my recovery needs only time. The condition I am in is beyond a healers ability to do anything about, anyway. Some things have to heal the natural way...

[bauldin]

Let me know if this changes

Please Zemilia tell me what happened?


**Kerrigan**

[Gumboots]

(OOC sence power 5 Ping ping Zemilia and spear, also another person in Zemilia's apartments.)

*She looks at him keeping her mind as blank as possible*

"I was kid napped at my birthday and engagement party. I was taken to Dvarni and Paige helped with a load of Earth Elves get me out of there. I can not really remember much about getting to Dvarni only that I felt that I really wanted to go Back to Dvarni. That is about it really."

[bauldin]

As Zemilia is talking Kerrigan looks around quickly
OOC read surface thoughts whenever she mentions Dvarni

Are you all okay since that?

If you would like I can help you remember? as I am a touch telepath

Also Zemilia when I leave I will require Threan to come with me I need his advise and council and I require the spear


**Kerrigan**

[bedevere]

*Sylor seems to be drifting off to sleep again, but something said catches his attention, and he seems alert within moments*

Everything turned out fine, Kerrigan. While I would have preferred that the party ended without incident, what happened cannot be changed. In the end, the only bad thing to come of this is that I am stuck in bed, with far less work to do than I would like brought to me.

*Sylor looks at Zemilia, smiling slightly, as if to make a point about something*

Still. I am told that the rest will do me good, though I never did get the hang of inactivity...