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"When the ones we love are hurt in such a way...we tend to do things that we usually wouldn't do. Even I myself am guilty of that." His arm went around her shoulders in a comforting gesture. "Deals with demons are often immediate I'm afraid. Aurahkah proverbially sold her soul to a demon." He thought for a moment. "And now what Kira? It's gone too far now? It can't be controlled?" A pause. "Kira, I believe that people don't just end up here...but are drawn for a reason...perhaps the reason you and Johnavon are here...is to find a way to lessen the damage at least."

Ecara recoiled from both the sounds of Kira and her laptop and gave the machine a jerk, taking pressure from some of the keys, ending it's noise. When in doubt on how to stop sensitive ear aching noise, use force.

He had to actually suppress a growl himself. "I have seen things you can only imagine, I am made of those things, could actually be considered kin to what has hold of Johnavon's soul. And yes, I used to have to look at her and see nothing in there! And yes...it does hurt...it hurts even worse when you can't do anything about it. Like you." He straightened his posture, having been leaning over towards her. "You have to beat back the demons just like the rest of us...you ever think that maybe...without you, he would of given in a long time ago?"

"If you think you've run out of solutions already then you haven't been digging deep enough to find them. Despite what you may think, there is always a way around everything, a loophole in every contract. Be it so extreme as yo venture to hell itself to reclaim is soul and don't tell me its impossible. You're here now Kira. You think you are at the end of the rope, but you're not. Not here. " Then a distasteful snort of disagreement. "Gone? I don't see him as gone. You don't know what gone is, you're too young. believe me, he is far from gone."

((Pick up later))

Nailah had fallen into a comfortable routine. She got up in the morning and along with Dobbs' wife made breakfast and served those who happened to be there. She went about her duties and the men for the most part left her alone. She still had on the more modest outfit Cymarron had procured for her and there was no way in hell she was letting anyone take it. She had bathed briefly with a tub of cold water because she couldn't stand the smell of the tavern. It clung to her like a disease and she just wanted to get rid of it. Dobbs himself hadn't shown up for a few days. She began to wonder what was going on. She had a nice collection of coins now, from her work and she intended to pay the a*****e and then leave. The only question now was, where would she go? Would she go back to the manor. Visits from her friends had told her she was missed and wanted back but she just wasn't sure if she could face it. True she had already destroyed the room that held so much pain and she had thought it would be enough. Now she had her own guilt to come to terms with.

Alicia was no good for anything anymore. She sat in her corner all day long and watched with large eyes everyone coming and going. At first she had only watched the men and wondered why they were so nervous around her. Then she began to watch Merre. She knew the woman's every movements and wondered why no one touched her the ways they had Alicia. Why was Merre so special? Because of kitty. She had the grotesque eye on her forehead that had finally scabbed over. All who saw her recoiled at her appearance. She couldn't understand why.

Niah watched Alicia out of the corner of her eye as she moved between the tables. She knew the girl had been through a lot but she couldnt' help but wonder if she was insane. She sat in her corner day after day and watched. Sometimes she would hug herself and laugh happily. When she spoke it was high-pitched and sing-song and she always spoke of someone being unhappy. Niah was really worried about her but she didn't have time to play healer now. She had an inn to run.

Once he had bathed, and washed his pants and lounge about until he'd dried, he went back to the Manor, and settled in the kitchen with a chunk of meat and his eggnog, thinking. should he go visit Nailah, or stay here? was his warning effective? did he go too far with Dobbs' daughter? He snorted at that last question he gave himself. They were going to learn one of two things in that village. to either respect Nailah as she should be respected...or fear him. so far they were choosing to learn fear. He ate and drank and thought nothing more of them, his mind turning to Aura. was she alright? How was she faring? Eclipse seemed to be confident she was winning her battles. but he couldn't help but wonder.

He smiled under his hood, "Hello Nailah," Nelphean greated softly, "I see that you have found a path that has lead you here, yet I must say, I very much do miss the song you sung upon those keys on the piano." Nelphean pulled his hood back slighly, so he could easily look into Nailah's purple eyes. "How fares Nailah?" The elf had forgotten why he was in the inn, distracted by the temporary joy of seeing someone he knew.

"Merre?" Nelphean said softly, "Why did I come, that is simple. I was here. I almost came a few times looking for you, for various other reasons, but here I am now because a deep darkness seems to be chasing me. The last place I would like it to find me, is at home." Nelphean's empathy picked up a few of the stronger emotions, "I sense that you are very popular here, but there seems to be some loathing or..." Nelphean lost track of the thoughts, "You are very easy to find, you think stonger than most people, or you mind is more force sensitive. I can find you anywhere within a hundred miles rather quickly, without err."

"Why are you here?"

Nelphean tilted his head, "I know that my brother came here, but I don't know what he did, what he gave you or what he brought with him." Nelphean said, "I was... Watching over Aurahkah when he told me he was seeking you, he seemed overly angry." Nelphean smirked, "Then agian, the first time I meet him, I did try to cut him into smaller pieces. If Aurahkah had not stayed my hand, I doupt that I would have failed." He looked at her, "Only Aurahkah, Saradin, and Cymarron have seen both of us in the same room, together."