The kurori jumped up and down excitedly, "Oh thank you! Thank you very much!"

"What did he say regarding me?" Serna asked Caliaphy with a raised eyebrow.

The kurori's wings reappeared and she flew circles around Serna, "Remember when we first met in the merchant district yesterday? Well, he granted my wish to go on adventure with someone like you. You're brave and smart but you also rely on your friends for help too. So, when you leave Asylum with Alyson I will be able to go with you! Teeheehee!"

"Awesome! It'll be great to have you along, Caliaphy." Serna squealed in glee, "Hey! Would you like to go swimming some more?"

The kurori snapped her fingers again to make her wings vanish to make things fair with Serna and bolted towards the water again. "Hah! You're too slow, Serna!"

"No I'm not," Serna bolted after Caliaphy, "You didn't give me any warning that you were going to run off like that. No fair!"

"Teeheehee!" Caliaphy smirked jumping back into the water.

"I'll catch up with you yet, Caliaphy," Serna dived back into the water and swam towards her friend.

"Ooooo! You're good, Serna! Caliaphy beamed, "Let's play Marco-Polo. It's kinda like Hide and Seek but we play it in shallow water only. One person closes their eyes and says,'Marco.' The other person or people say, 'Polo.' Got it?"

"Okay, that sounds like fun!" Serna smiled after she caught up with Caliaphy, "Do you want to go first or shall I?"

The dragon carefully turned around and walked towards the elementalist sitting on the reef. He extended his wing for her slide across onto his back. When she got settled, the dragon and his companion swam out into the deeper waters of the bay and disappeared beneath the surface and vanished.

The old courtesan shook her head, "You won't see either of them until tomorrow."

Seri stood up in the shallow water to watch the bronze man and Alyson slip beneath the surface of the water. "That is cool! It never gets old watching him do that with precision. Inspiring technique to work towards, especially in our line of work eh, Neven?"

"I agree, he is quite good at what he does," Neven smiled at Seri with a mischievous grin, "However, there is something that I would like to do too."

"Oh?" Seri raised an eye brow at the thief, "And what pray tell would that be?"

Neven wrapped his arm around Seri's waist and pulled her close, "I would like a private swim with you. Are you up for it?"

Seri smirked, "I know just the place. There's an alcove near the reef. Stay close to me or the current will pull you back out to sea."

"Consider it done," Neven smiled as he released Seri, "By all means, lead on."

The teenager lead the thief to the alcove. It was a small cave that had calm waters for being so close to open sea and it also provided moderate shelter from the elements.

When they arrived, Neven took Seri by the hand and spun her into his arms. Looking into her eyes, the Thief asked, "Now, where were we?"

*****

Madame Mabel looked out in the lagoon and spied the two drow swimming so to speak. It was more like who can douse the other one under water the longest. With both hands on her hips, she shouted out to them, "OY! YOU TWO! THERE WILL BE NONE OF THAT KIND 'ORSE PLAY HERE! WHETHER THAT BE ROUGH HOUSING OR SOMETHING ELSE!"

War Scribe looked back at the shore where Madame Mabel stood and stuck her tongue out at her before she resumed swimming.

***

There was a series of ripples that appeared on the surface of the water and a feline creature shimmered into view causing TIME to stand still.

Sitting on the reef, was a cat. A white cat with a gray patch on its head, a gray patch on the back with a gray tail and greens eyes. It spoke in ancient sylvan to both the chronicler and the swordsman, "Tel'gothrim Mani naa lle umien?"

War Scribe and Irzen stopped swimming and oddly stares at the white cat.

"Who are you?" Irzen asked the creature, "Or more to the point, what are you?"

The Cat just pawed at the surface of the water a little batting at a fish that darted too close to it.

"Wait a minute," War Scribe added, "You seem familiar to me. Why is that?"

Suddenly the Drowling snapped her fingers, "Wait a minute! I know you now! Patches! It's you! You've come back to me! YAAAY!"

The Cat's green eyes flashed before the two drow as its form changed and now stood the ancient king of the Sidhe, Elethion. "You were warned upon entering Asylum by several people, killing and murder is frowned upon greatly. It is clear to me that you did not HEED the warnings, Chronicler. Therefore, DEATH is DENIED to you during your stay within the boundaries of Asylum."

"You're not Patches! BOOO!" The Drowling complained before she added, "You can neither keep me from Death nor deny her to me. You may be powerful Elethion of the Sidhe but there are limits to your power. You have no hold over Death! Besides, she and I are good friends and I know for a fact that she does not like having other people claiming dominion over her domain. And I can assure you that DEATH is her domain. So there!"

The Sidhe turned to the Swordsman, "You have a choice, Swordsman. Recant what you purposed in your deal with this pathetic excuse for a chronicler and a drow. Who was created not born and join your friends or you shall find yourself transported elsewhere with no memory of this place."

"Fine! I recant my deal with War Scribe!" The Dark Elf boldly declared.

"WHAT?!" The Drowling shrieked, "You can't do that! You gave your word!"

"I am the lord of a noble house, War Scribe," Irzen replied never taking his eyes off of Elethion, "I can give or recant my word at my choosing. Begone from us, douche bag, you will find no friends or allies in our company. I have recanted my word and that should be enough for you. Now leave us and seek us no more!"

"And incidentally, I would rather be a pathetic excuse of a Chronicler and a Drowling than an ancient, stuck up, arrogant, friendless jerk who should *Auta miqula orqu*!"

"WOW, Scribe!" Irzen looked at the Drowling, "That was harsh."

"He deserves it!" War Scribe stuck her tongue out at the Sidhe king.

***

Willow took note of what was going on and quickly figured out what Irzen was planning on doing to the Drowling.

The courtesan looked over at the ranger, "Do they want to get arrested by the militia or worse, the knights who pass through 'ere?"

"Probably not," Willow replied calmly, "Knowing War Scribe she did something or said something to tick off Irzen. Irzen will no doubt respond by killing her. Five minutes later, War Scribe is going to resurrect herself. And then their little game of cat-and-mouse is going to start all over again."

"WHAT?? NO! NO! NO! Killing or murder is frowned upon here in Asylum, especially here at the lagoon! The courtesan snapped. "If they want to do that they'll end up in jail. NOT HERE! NOT EVER! Or I will call the guards my self!"

"It's their way," The Ranger concluded nonchalantly, "Sadly, even if you call the guards, I don't think they would listen. Well, Irzen might listen but I know for a fact that War Scribe hardly listens to anyone. Sometimes not even herself."