She caught the boat with seconds to spare. Breathless, she found a spot on the boat that had the best view, shrugged off her backpacks, then sat down watching the wonderful view of the islands in Ocean of Tears pass by as she anticipated the adventure ahead.

Once relaxed on the boat she pulled out a bottle of milk and some rations. Catching her morning meal while she had some down time. Knowing that later there was no telling when there would be. As she looked around she noticed that the boat had many people of all races on it. Like usual, many smiled at her and appraised her appearance, which she wasn't unaccustomed to, for she was a sexy Wood-Elf and she knew so.

She stood up and gathered her backpacks, slipping them onto her shoulder ready to step off the boat for they had just came into view of East Freeport. Stepping onto the docks off the boat, one of the gentlemen that was staring at her on the boat called out to her.

"Bevous, is that you?" He asked, lightly touching her on her shoulder.

Turning around she noticed it was Thieven (whom was in Eurdite form). "Wow, long time no see hun", she gasped, throwing her arms around her dear friend, lightly kissing him on the lips. "I see, you have been busy learning...for I haven't seen you use this illusion before!"

"Vin'ult, Mistress of War! Lu'oh fei'ir tau al?" Thieven asked, bowing in greeting.
Smiling from ear to ear she patted him on the shoulder saying, "Aye I am well hun." She then looked around cautiously, "Shall, we move to safer quarters, for as well as we both know...I am not to well liked here?"
Thieven nodded in agreement, digging through his backpack, pulling out a see invisible potion and takes a little sip of it before slipping the potion back into his backpack. As Thieven is doing so Bevous slips on her mask, stepping into the shadows and disappears.

"Follow me to my home and I'll make us dinner so we can catch up on old times." Turning away, smiling, she heads through the building on the docks and passed the main gate of guards towards West Freeport as Thieven follows.

Arriving at her home, which from the outside looks to of been long abandoned, she pulls out her key unlocking the door and slipping inside, holding it open long enough for Thieven to slip in past her. She quickly locks the door, then slips off her mask as he dismisses his Eurdite Illusion changing back to his original Dark Elf form.

As she walks down the hallway she passes a few pictures, running her finger tips over a couple of them before leisurely going further into her home. She then enters her main room and sets a bag that has food inside it on top the counter top, which sections off a greater portion of the room. Thieven comes around the counters standing there, running his fingers across the counters. He notices that many meals, weapon/armor making, and other things have been done here.

Bevous offers for Thieven to take a seat at the counter. "Make yourself at home hun." Turning to her back door she opens it up to let a little fresh air into the house to air it out and slips into the back yard. Shedding most of her armor and weaponry, setting it by her tub for cleaning later and returns inside wearing mostly leather that she wears underneath. Smiling down at Thieven she notices that he also has shed most of his ringmail, and plate armor. He has placed it underneath the counter top in the corner and is relaxed on the polar bear rug in the center of the room. Slowly walking over to him she slides up onto the counter and whispers, "You look weary from your travels hun, would you like a drink before dinner? I have any type of liquor you could want in the cabinet."

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"Xas, nindel orn'la tlu bronretla" he answers as he gets up and begins to head around the counter, when they both hear swords crushing against wood. Thieven dives behind the counter and begins to hide. Bevous runs into the backyard to where she left her armor and weapons grabbing her Lamentation and her Long Sword of Etheral Energy. Thieven is working hard to quickly put his armor back on as quietly as possible so he isn't noticed first. Bevous leans up against the back of the house near the door bracing herself for battle.

Guard Hrakin and Guard Jup slip into the backyard seeing the armor against the tub and begin heading towards it. Bevous swings her swords each landing on Guard Hrakin. Guard Hrakin turns toward her a little overpowered and hurt from her first blows trying to block and return her hits. Guard Jup assists his fellow Guard landing a few glancing blows on her. Thieven, now fully equipped, sneaks up behind Guard Hrakin, stabbing him in the back, killing him by doing so and goes to assist Bevous with Gaurd Jup. Guard Jup doesn't last long and falls dead next to his fellow Guard friend Hrakin.

Bevous lays her swords on the ground and hurry's to her pile of armor and bags slipping her armor back on over her leather armor. Gathering her bags and a few other things around her house Thieven and her both head out of her house. Both running to the edge of the sewers and begin heading towards North Freeport.

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Taking a bite out of his Lion Steak a knock sounds at his door. Attempting to ignore it he continues to eat when another knock raps again sounding more urgent. Reluctantly he sits his fork down on the edge of his plate and picks the napkin off his lap setting it next to his plate. He casually walks to the door, unlocking it, and is a little surprised to see Bevous and a Dark Elf gentleman. He is hesitant to let them in but notices blood drip to the ground at Bevous' feet. He takes a step back letting them both in. Poking his head out of his house looking cautiously around making sure no one was paying attention, then steps back inside his house and locks the door.

Bevous drops her bags to the ground and begins attempting to remove her armor but collapses in a heap on the floor, passing out. Thieven hurries to Bevous' side quickly undoing the clasps of her armor and looks up at Dreygan.

"Hello, I am Thieven Fewl of the 55th order. Whom might you be M'Lord?"

Dreygan kneels beside Thieven and helps slide the armor off of Bevous revealing many wounds. "I am Dreygan Tantium of the 52nd circle of light. Now if you will please step back so I may help her," he says before returning his attention back to Bevous.

Thieven scoots back a little bit, while Dreygan places his hands a tad bit above Bevous' body. Dreygan begins whispering a chant as blue light streams from his palms. Thieven looks Bevous up and down starting at her shoulder length red hair, to her purse red lips that match her hair color down over her natural tanned looking skin. He notices that her wounds stop bleeding and begin to slowly close up and fade away leaving no trace that they were ever there, leaving her body with dried up blood. Thieven digs through one of his backpacks for an extra pair of leather clothes since she looks about his size. Pulling them out he looks back to Dreygan who has finished chanting, and has begun to stand picking her limp body up and is carrying her to the back room. Dreygan places her lightly on his bed, turns to his dresser pulling out a little piece of cloth and a basin. Turning towards Thieven, Dreygan cringes realizing a second time that he is dark elf. He reluctantly hands Thieven the pitcher. "Can you please go fill this up with some cold water and please be cautious for some may not like you here." Thieven scoffs at him, but takes the pitcher and heads out the door.

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Thieven quickly heads out the door, wondering aimlessly trying to find fresh water. Spotting a fountain out of the corner of his eye he runs toward it not paying heed that people are gathering around him. Two Guards grab his arms making him drop the pitcher into the fountain. The guards lead him back to Dreygan's house knocking firmly on the door. One of the Guards let go of Thieven's arm bracing himself to knock down Dreygan's door when Dreygan answers. Dreygan frowns as he quickly realizes the blood at his doorstep and Thieven in there custody. Dreygan ushers the guards inside his house quickly explaining to them that Bevous and Thieven showed up on his doorstep and that Bevous is the Mistress of War and a dear friend. He had no option but to help her as he kneels in humility and reverence before the guards. Thieven makes haste and tries to bow along with Dreygan but the Guard that has a hold of him will not let Thieven do so.

"Pardon, us M'Lord," Thieven says to the Guards. "Myself and The Mistress of War did not mean to make trouble for anyone here. We were staying the night at her house in West Freeport when some Militia Guards attacked us. We were left with no option but to defend ourselves. Two Militia Guards are left dead as we escaped. The Mistress of War brought us here for she was badly wounded. Thankfully Dreygan Tantium of the light was able to save her life. I was merely trying to get some water so we could wash the blood off of her, before we put fresh clothes on her. If you let me go I will show you that she is unconscious and take you back the way we came to where the Militia lay dead M'Lords." As he finishes, another Guard hustles to one of the Guards sides and whispers out of breath to him. The Guard thanks the other Guard for his information bowing slightly as the Guard that came flying in leaves with just as much haste. He then nod's to his fellow friend telling him to release Thieven. "Sorry for us being so harsh there but we do not often see many Dark Elves in this part of the city with out them wanting to do us harm. I know well of The Mistress of War for she has helped us many times before in trying to wipe out the existence of the Militia. If it is truly her, and if what my fellow Guard has just told me are true, then you will be safe here within North Freeport. If you would please show me to where she lays." Dreygan stands back up and ushers the guard back to where she is laying, but hurries before him to cover her up.

Bevous continues to lay unconscious on the bed as the Guard looks down at her. Noticing it is her he kneels by the side of the bed in honor of her bravery. Standing back up he walks back to the front room to where his fellow Guard stands. "Post a couple Guards at the doors and do not let anyone past." He then turns to Dreygan and Thieven. "I must go report the situation to the head Priest and attend to a couple other matters at hand. One of them being to cover up the blood trail that she has left. Luckily the sewers covered up a good portion of it. Dreygan, nice work on healing her now watch over her and if her condition changes send Thieven to inform us." The Guard bows before them both and heads out of Dreygan's house. Two minutes later a couple Guards return. One of them stops and takes position to the right of Dreygan's door as the second one knocks. Dreygan takes a few seconds but opens the door to see a Guard with a pitcher of fresh cold water. He hands the pitcher over to Dreygan and bows. Dreygan takes the pitcher and bows to the Guard then shuts the door. The Guard then turns and takes position to the left of his door.

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Dreygan walks back to the bedroom. He turns to Thieven handing him the pitcher. "Will you please pour that into the basin and hold the basin while I wipe this blood off of her?"

Thieven takes the pitcher and pours some of the water into the basin that was situated on the table. He places the pitcher next to the basin and then picks up the basin turning towards Dreygan. Dreygan dips the piece of cloth that was resting on the chair next to his bed and sits down on the chair. He then peals back the blanket that was covering Bevous, turns towards Thieven and dips the piece of cloth in the basin getting it wet. Placing it lightly on her for-arm beginning to scrub the crusted blood off of her. Moving up her arm to her shoulder, occasionally dipping the cloth in the basin of water ringing it out before continuing to clean. Bevous wakes with a startle when Dreygan begins to clean her chest and stomach area. Dreygan and Thieven kind of stumble back a little surprised as Bevous sat straight up punching at the air yelling, "How dare you!?!?!" She then looks around the room and then down at herself quickly pulling the blanket within hands reach up over herself. Leaning back against the headboard of the bed she whispers to the guys, having to clear her throat a couple times before she could get it out.

"Wh ... What ... What happened? Last I remember I walked in your door?

Dreygan and Thieven begin to tell her all that happened. As they finished Thieven asked to be excused so he could go tell the Head Guard that she was awake. Bevous nods at Thieven and as Thieven heads out the room she turns to Dreygan reaching for his hand that he had situated on his knee while he sat in the chair. She bends slightly while bringing his hand to her lips softly kissing the back of it before putting it in her lap. "Thank you for saving my life once again hun. I am forever in your debt. I am sorry that I brought the guards stomping in your house for I know how you like everything so neat and tidy." Blushing she continues, "Now, if you don't mind I would like to get up put on some clothes and head to the lake and get a bath. My long journey and then the battle I feel yucky and by all means at the moment I am not feeling to secure without my armor on."

Dreygan turns around picking up the leather armor that Thieven had pulled out earlier and lays them on the foot of the bed before Bevous. "These are Thieven's but he figured you should fit them since your others is destroyed. If you need anything M'lady just yell for me for I'll be in the kitchen making some tea for us." With that he then turns and disappears into the front room.

Bevous slides the out of bed expecting to feel soreness and see some scarring. She smiles relieved that she feels like she did before the battle in West Freeport had taken place, just grimy. She begins slipping on the leather armor that was placed at the foot of the bed. Once clothed she heads into the front room and notices her bloody dirty armor scattered about the room still. Bending over she also slides on her armor and weapons. As she finishes up Thieven returns through the front door. Bevous smiles up at Thieven.

She begins to talk to him in his native tongue, as showing him a form of gratitude. "Bel'la dos whol staying xuil ussa. Naut er'griff wun xonathull jhal mziln vel'drav usstan zhahus passed doeb."

Dreygan enters with two cup's of tea. As Dreygan sees Thieven he hands him one cup, and turns to Bevous handing her the other. Thieven takes the cup of tea. "Thank you," Bevous and Thieven say at the same time. All three laugh a little while Dreygan bows walking back to the kitchen to make himself a glass. Once Dreygan heads to the kitchen Bevous sets her glass of tea on the table near by and excuses herself. She turns to the door opens it up and notices two guards positioned on either side of the door. Shrugging she heads towards the Paladin Guild where she knows there is some fresh water, enough to where she can hide a bit and get a nice bath to feel clean again. As she approaches the Paladin's Guild the front Guards come forward one step bowing before her. Frowning she says, "I just came to take a bath behind the guild. Please stand back up."

As the Guards stand back up one begins to speak to her. "The Guild-Master would like to speak with you. He is on the roof. Would you like me to show you up or do you know the way Mistress of War?"

Bevous replies while passing by them, "No, I know the way." She heads in the door and heads towards the roof.

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