Lendach folded his arms and leaned against the cell wall. He flicked a speck of cobweb off his shoulder, then glanced upward to continue his watch. The Speaker herself was tending to the Matron. With her own hands, she tenderly sponged away and cleaned Ursah. There were still clumps of dried blood down the front of Ursah's robe. Left over from the removal of her tongue. The dusty, grimy floor was none too clean either. This was a jail cell, not an Inn though. Not much better could be reasonably expected.

A shout rang out, echoing down the corridors of the jail and into the cell. "I am here! " Lendach snarled a bit, he recognized the voice. It was Lyan. The Speaker glanced upward at Lendach, issuing orders. "You and Dylio see to Lyan, I have to get her a new robe. " He glanced about the cell. Yes, there would still be adequate guard here should he and Senator Dylio leave. The two Elves exhanged glances and they set off.

Lyan stood between the cells. Adriaen at his side. The half-Elf glanced at Lendach. "You really need a guard out here. " Lendach grumbled a response and turned to Lyan. Looking him up and down. The sight of the Master of the Ka'vanth never failed to provide amusement. Lendach released an involuntary snicker. Lyan should have been a clown, not a swashbuckler.

The thoughts raced though Lendach's mind. It did not matter what this foolish Dark Elf proclaimed himself. This DeathDancer nonsense was a joke. From what he had seen, it was no more than a series of tumbling moves followed by running away like a frightened child. Any Kender could learn that, perhaps even a skinny Ogre might have a chance as well. They should start a circus. No, sorry, they should start -another- circus. The Pulse ? Please. It was no more than another joke. A little mystery added to the multitude of lies that made up the Ka'vanth. A pathetic attempt to ape the Shalonesti. A little tale made up by rejected, dejected, scum. Like little children, they played pretend games. Pretending at having "Noble" houses. Dancing about, they pretended to have something to match the Kyorl. It was sad really. Deep down they knew that they would never be anything close to True Elves.

"Do you want the big fish or not ? " This was too much. Lyan's silly question brought another laugh to Lendach's lips. The response came. "Big fish ? Seriously now, we have much more important things to deal with than you, Lyan. " The Dark Elf responded with the typical, well thought out retort. Deftly crafted within the Dark Elven mind that Lendach "admired" and "respected" so much.... "Whatever, " Lyan said and stormed out of the Jail. Exchanging glances with Dylio, the Elves shared a single though. Enough was enough.

Dylio set off northward, toward the palace, Lendach headed south, toward the gates. A shout rang out, "gate to me Lendach! " It was Dylio, he had found the Dark Elf. Now, Senator Dylio was well aware of Lyan and Lendach's little fued. The Bladesinger would owe Dylio for many years to come, for giving Lendach the oppertunity to end the nonesense that the Dark Elf seemed to want to extend, this was no small debt.

Lendach stepped though the magical portal and found himself within the palace. Servants were rushing about screaming. Lyan, of course, continuing his pathetic streak, has resorted to attacking unarmed maids and footmen. Lendach's eyes narrowed and he began to shake visibly. The Song that was tickling at the back of his mind exploded outward with full force now. Lendach growled. Lendach prayed to the gods to guide his blade. Swift and Clean, please. It was Lendach's last coherant thought. Lyan screamed like a whipped dog. Fitting actually. It Should have been "Yelp! I am being attacked by Lendach! " instead. Where, exactly, did the Master of the Kavanth expect the help to come from ? Did he not realise that he was deep within Shalonesti itself ? So foolish this Lyan was, expecting to waltz in and out of Shalonesti as he pleased unscathed. Not today. Not anymore.

To no surprise to anyone present, the cowardly Dark Elf ran. Perhaps he had forgotten his DeathDancer Pulse in Verminasia? Kyorl never left home without the Song though. Lendach's mind was overcome with the Melody. He could do little other than follow Dylio as the Senator tracked Lyan. Dylio had re-started his training, he would not participate in the fight, but he would be instrumental in guiding Lendach to Lyan. Lendach would just make the Dark Elf bleed.

Each of Lendach's slashes ripped through Lyan, doing devastating amounts of damage. The Dark elf was unable to parry most of the attacks and they landed home, obliterating him, leaving ragged cuts through his flesh. Blood flowed freely. Lyan's returning counterstrikes missing Lendach for the most part. A few errant, clumsy slashes scratching against the armor, no more. Again, this was pathetic. DeathDancer? Hrmmph! What a waste of time!

Lendach ducked a wild slash from Lyan at his eyes. Incredible! The foolish Dark Elf should have known better to come at a Bladesinger with a blade!. Lendach deftly reversed his grip, sliding the blade of his longsword along Lyan's thigh, practically severing it completely. The Dark Elf fell to the floor, bone visible, his leg hanging, barely attached by a thin strip of skin. The ground was stained with the growing pool of Lyan's blood.

Lendach glanced at Dylio and he returned the look. Dylio's stare shifted from the battered form of Lyan on the nearby ground, to the virtually untouched Bladesinger. Lendach was not even breathing heavily. "I will stay here Dylio, he will not be robbed while he's in this state. " Dylio nodded and stepped off. Lendach leaned quietly against a nearby tree, still humming to himself as Lyan lost consciousness. Perhaps now, when word spread of the encounter, this DeathDancer nonsense would be ended. They would realize that fooling themselves did little to actually improve them in reality.