To the right is the warehouse wall while to the left the crates end and turn a corner to where Lorne stores everything he brings with him, and everything he has acquired in this city. Lorne places Henas sitting on one of the couches and Reko sitting next to him.

"Just place him there," Lorne says to Blade, pointing to the other open couch. He then takes off his cloak and throws it to the side and onto the rack adjacent to the entry-corridor. Walking around the corner, Lorne exclaims with joy, "Hey boy." He says, as Dolor, his black-forest horse, strolls to him and neighs in delight at seeing him again. Lorne walks to one of his crates and pulls out a chunk of plain bread, feeding the strong and sturdy mount. "There you go Dolor, enjoy."

He then walks to a pair of sealed crates and drops his back and belt packs onto them, keeping his blades over his hips as he turns around and walks back to the opening room.

"Just place him there," Lorne told her, pointing to the unoccupied couch. She nodded silently, letting go of the girl and dragging the werewolf over to the couch and dropping him on. Feeling sorry for the guy, she pulled his legs up onto the couch so he was laying across it.

Apparently Lorne had left the room and was now talking to someone or something in another room. Blade shrugged, unstrapping her sword from her back and laying it in front of her, she sat on the floor with her legs crossed, closing her eyes in meditation waiting for him to return.

"So, why, exactly can't... Henas, did you say?... Henas' father, the King see him like this? Surely he'd understand it was out of his control."

Biting her lip, Blade tried to clear her mind and think of a plan of some sort.

Lorne stands up and takes off his blades, weighing him down and feeling a bit awkward with them on while sitting around his 'home.' As he makes his way back to the rug, Dolor walks around the corner and looks at all the new guests. Dolor then lowers himself and lays down against the couch with Henas and Reko ontop.

Changing the subject, Lorne asks, with genuine interest noticable in his voice, Blade. "So, how did you end up in a town like this?"

"So, how did you end up in a town like this?" he asked, seemingly genuinely interested- 'that's a first for a long while', Blade thought wryly. Giving up on her meditation for the moment, she stretched out her legs, flexing her toes before answering,

"Well... I was born to an elf and a half-breed elf/human in the city of Cabor, off to the east coast- meaning way out in the middle of nowhere in a dirty great forest. I left after my... seventeenth year and travelled all over. I moved from city to village to town in all sorts of places just doing odd jobs from cooking and cleaning to other... more dubious tasks," with this, she smiles wryly, secretively then continues, "I travelled for so many years that I've lost count but I've seen so many wonderous and beautiful things. Many bad things too, I assure you but, I've always felt beauty and kindness leaves a greater impact than cruelty. The last place I lived was about four weeks travel from here and I'd lived there for... three years. I'm nothing special, in all honesty but, I'd gained a..." she glances at the little girl, obviously choosing what to say carefully, "disreputable reputation around those parts and decided it was time to leave." she watched Lorne for his reaction and cocked her head to the side again, "What about you?"

"Who are you?" he asked, incining his head. Then to Henas he said, "I know a cure... going to be a bit hard to find but I know one. What say y'all?"

((Just got back from a family wedding. LOL I got to see my sisters for the first time in like... a year! Funny thing is I come back to all this! O.o)

Kael sniffed the air. The word wolfish was heard and that made him chuckle. Well, it was a funny joke. He blinked and looked up at the others, eyes suddenly flying to the royal. He got up, noticing that his wounds were gone, wobbled a bit, then stumbled over to the couch, leaning on the arm next to Henas. "Hello, you smell nice." he remarked casually. Crawling over and onto the arm, he bent down to sniff the gingery hair on the prince's head. "You're very pretty, sir." he ignored the odd stares he was getting. Something was different about the royal; something he wasn't quite sure about. Jumping down, Kaellanded softly on Henas' lap and laid back, as if it was something that was seen in every day life.

"What say y'all?" he turned to regard the wiry haired man with the hat and smiled, ignoring the raised eyebrows,

"Only if he's coming!" Suddenly he noticed the new girl in the room and smiled, pointed canines peaking from behind his lips, "So, who are you?"

Her outlook on human relations had just shattered into itty-bitty pieces, right before her eyes.

((*Giggles*))

First the little guy stressed over the princeling then the werewolf succeeded in freaking the little girl out, plus everyone else. Still, no one knew, exactly who anyone else was.

"Who are you?" the wolf-boy asked, much like the little guy beforehand. She grinned, deciding She would be a bit of a pain in the bum to these wierd, hyper-active- not to mention injured people.

"Blade." she answered simply, nodding to the newly awoken men. "And you are?"

Reko raised his eyebrows and absently shifted further from Kael. Raelee seemed to agree when she followed suit. His understanding of human nature was just thrown out the window.

Turning to Blade, he regarded her with a smile, "Well, I'm Reko. Just Reko. No fancy names or anything. Now, I, Reko, am requiring some food. Cloak-boy, where in the name of whatever deity has your devotion, is the food? Prefrebly a steak... and wine, good wine, not the cheap stuff. Oh, and I wouldn't mind a new hat, I think orange might be going out of season. Hey, Kael, want the hat? Here you go." He thre Kael the hat, "Now what was I going to--Steak! Yeah, that's right. Steak, steak, steak. Love steak...." he got up awkwardly from the couch, rubbed his arm, then started burrowing through the crates.

Anything to get out of the wolf-boy's awkward-situation-creating powers.

Blade raised an eyebrow at the little girl as she looked up at her expectantly, she smiled, ruffling Raelee's hair,

"Well, I'm here looking for somewhere to stay for a while. No jobs so far. I hope your father is well. I helped because i felt like it. Lorne is fine. You are beautiful and your mama is right. Thank you very much and no my real name is not 'Blade'. Okay?" she replied in the same manner the little girl had asked her questions. She glanced at Reko, shaking her head slightly at his mad antics then at Kael on the princelings lap.

"You know Kael, you're quite strange, you realise." she said calmly, walking over, apparently the horse had wandered off by now, and sitting next to the werewolf, waiting for Reko to finish his slightly irratic searching.

"Do I get a nickname like that? Sir Reko? Master Reko? Lord Reko?" he quieted down on earning a scolding look from Raelee.

Lorne opens one of the crates and produces two small metal spits, and he places them on the floor nearby. Then, he strains as he pulls out a rather large sack of rockets about three times the size of a human fist.

He pulls the supplies a few feet away and looks up, checking his position under the open skylight up above. Makeshift chimney, really. He sets up the two spits a few inches apart, and then with the stones he makes a small ring around both of them.

Seeing the man setup, Dolor stands up nad stretches, then goes to an empy, extra crate and brings the loose lid to Lorne. Lorne breaks the lid into smaller wood blocks and places them under the spits. He then sits up and pulls out some hay from an open crate, placing the hay around the wooden blocks. Drawing and willing his dagger to light up into small flames, Lorne lights the two fire setups and asks everyone, "So what do you guys want to eat? I have some beef, a little pork, about the same in rabbit, duck, rice, and small rations of random vegetables and fruits." He stands up from the spits and walks over to the growing crowd, to maybe join in the conversation as well.

Lastly, Lorne grabs a pot, water, and some tea packets which he makes over the other spit.

"Be patient Reko, they'll be done soon." Lorne reassures the man.

Cleansing his dagger, Lorne picks up the meats and flips them, evenly cooking both sides.

"Um. Hey everybody, I'm awake again." He looked round to see there was someone new. Not being sure whether they had been introduced while he was unconscious he thought he'd give it a chance. "Henas Jirrl and you are ?" He never bothered announcing about him being Prince, people always seemed to know anyway.

Then he also noticed that they weren't in the streets anymore but in some kind of hideaway. It looked good but slightly cramped with too many boxes.

Reko was about to yell in protest but he squelched the urge. Instead he resorted to nudging Lorne and grinning.

"Um, thanks. Any bread to go with that?"

Lorne then goes to another crate and produces plates and cups for everyone. He stacks the plates by the pan of meat, with one of his smaller daggers there to cut it up. "I'm sorry, I havn't found any silverware in here yet. It never bothered me, and I never had guests before. If any of you want to look, I'll show you the crates I havn't rummaged through yet." He then walks to the tea pot and pours out the tea evenly in the cups for everyone, placing them on the ground nearby to the pan.

"Please, enjoy." Lorne says to everyone, laying down on the far side of the pan to the crowded couch, with his own cup of tea. He's letting everyone else chose their food first.

"Just don't concentrate in those wolfish eyes. Don't think about them." Henas muttered to himself under his breath so no one heard. He told a large bite from the meat as solace and some of the juices dribbled down his chin. This was so different to the palace and not necessarily in a good way.

"I'm fine, you eat it. You look like you need a feed up."

He took off his hat and swallowed the last bit of meat; then patted Lorne on the shoulder. "I'm turning in, wake me in tomorrows afternoon!" he announced. Without much else of a warning, Reko fell to the floor with a thump and the next thing he knew, the pig was trying to steal his steak again.

((I'm off))

"So," Lorne said, a few seconds later,"now shall we discuss are options for Henas' current predicament, or should we eat and get some rest before anything else?" Lorne asks the group as they dig-in to their food.

Seeing the man drop down into sleep, Lorne chimes in, "Err... Eat and rest it is!" He says, releasing a small snicker from his voice.

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