" No i will not allow it Lyrian! You will obey my orders or will suffer the consequences!" A deep voice resounds in the large room. A big shape stands up from his chair and takes a step forward into the poor dimmed light. The girl in the room calmly looks up. Her head in her neck to continue staring back into the eyes of the man. Her blue eyes show no emotion, cold as ice they stare in the black ones.

Softly and without fear for the man who is twice her size she starts to speak. " I don’t obey orders Danith as you know. Nobody tells me what to do and lives." Calmly she walks to the large windows of the Citadel. Her chain mail jingles softly. The man looks at the blond woman and sighs. His metal arm hits the desk in frustration. Breaking it in two pieces. With angry glowing eyes he looks at the woman. Her hand calmly rests on her side the other hand holds an enormous axe. Her fur cape hangs down to the ground. Danith smiles sarcastically. You would almost thinks she was royalty by the way she looks and acts. Then again she could be a tramp as well, showing her breasts that way.

Calmly he leans against the wall, crossing his large muscled arms before his big metal covered chest. " Are you threatening me Lyrian? Then let me tell you not to bother, i am dead already." He laughs his deep sarcastic laugh and looks at the blond woman.

She turns around gracefully. Her eyebrows lifted up, a question in her eyes. " What are you talking about Danith?" Slowly she walks through the poorly furnitured room. Her in chain mail covered long legs move without sound. Again she looks up to the large old warrior.

He grins painfully. " They found me Lyrian. And now He is coming after me."

Lyrian stops breathing for a second and then controls herself again. " M’Kyr? Or the Compagny? Tell me a bit more so i can help you Danith." Worried she walks up and down the room. Danith looks at her and sighs. Although she thinks she is tough and can handle everything he knows he has to protect her.

He starts to laugh out loud, filling the room with his deep voice. " There is nothing to say Lyrian. I can’t get postponement of my execution by spreading my legs for the prince of Darkness like you." Again he laughs. " Although i don’t believe He would see the difference. So stop that sentimental bullshit and for once listen to this old man. For once show me some respect by leaving the Citadel and get the hell out of here."

Lyrian stops in the middle of the room. Her blue eyes filled with fire. " I will never, i repeat never bow to the will of the M’Kyr. And you that know damn well. But i do have respect for you no matter what you might believe. And i will listen to you. Not because you ordered me, but because of that respect and honor. So you better listen to me you pig before i do something i might regret. If the M’Kyr has found you, that means the prince is on his way to the Citadel. And for some reason you want me outta here. Now tell me why, you owe me that much!"