Terri
"No, I don't believe I do." *He removed his hood, revealing a face that should have been familiar to a former nobleman, and the crown that signified his station. So this was Dalyor. He was no nobleman anymore, this was true - but there was nothing wrong with that. His character would be tested by how he dealt with the coming scenarios.*

"I must ask to speak with you. Nothing more - but I also would like to refrain from letting anyone know that I am here, lest your family catch wind that I am investigating them. May I come in?" *He asked plainly, leveling his eyes at the elf. Would he slam the door? Would he defy him? There was a good range of responses he could expect from Dalyor, and he suspected that they were not exactly going to be the most favorable if he were anyone other than the crown prince of Alynthi.*
Meryl
As the door began to shut, Dalyor stopped a moment to look at the man in front of his door. Realizing who it was in front of him gave Dalyor pause, but he didn't open or close the door anymore than it already was. Listening for a long moment, the mention of his family caused him to flinch before he let out a shaky sigh. "I-.." Dalyor closed his eyes tightly for a moment before letting out a sharp sigh. "Fine." The elven man opened the door to his room and rushed the prince in before quickly closing the door behind him and locking it not once, not twice, but *Three times.* With an anxious sigh, Dalyor made his way over to a chair and offered one to the prince before taking a seat himself. "I'm- I'm unsure why you need me for information on my fami- my *Former* Family. As I'm sure you've come to know, I no longer carry the Agarvaran name."
Terri
"My deepest thanks to you." *He sat down and inclined his head briefly to Dalyor. The man was nervous. Feared his family, perhaps. There was paranoia in him - paranoia and a certain unsteadiness that Astalios hoped to help heal.*

"I have not come to pull you out of your life, Dalyor. Your *Former* Family has committed a number of crimes that were brought to my attention by a rather mysterious hooded friend. I did some investigation of my own in the royal archives, and I have now found that your family can at least be convicted of perjury, with the possibility of their convictions for slavery and murder. I intend to see justice served." *He laid it out in a similar fashion to that which he had for the bartender.*

"If you could, I would like to know what occurred that they cast you out, what happened to the Glynfirs, and if you know what happened to the town of Heartford." *He inhaled and exhaled calmly, his hands clasped together as he surveyed the elf in front of him.* "It is, of course, your choice to talk to me, but I believe their convictions are necessary if I wish to stop the suffering of the people of Lerwick, as well as avenge the Glynfirs and citizens of Heartford."
Meryl
Dalyor reached for a bottle of what could easily be assumed was alcohol before taking a small swig, his nerves clearly getting the better of him. Astalios should know better than anyone how a nobleman should look, but Dalyor was clearly an outcast from that type of society. Now in practical rags, it was strange to seen a noble, *An elven* Noble, in such a state of disarray. Nevertheless, his expression only soured more and more as Astalios spoke of his family, his family who threw him out for practically nothing. However, Dalyor's eyes noticeably began to water ever so slightly at the mention of the Glynfirs. "The Glynfirs were nothing but harmless and selfless individuals. They gave more of themselves than they could manage at times. My father, Hagred Agarvaran tried time and time again in his nearly 600 years on this earth to purchase the Lerwick Mining Company. He tried long before the Glynfirs had it in their posession, even before I was born. Them managing to buy it and take over when he couldn't was only the start of his hatred toward the half-elf family."

Dalyor shuffled his feet uncomfortable and let out a sigh, his eyes seemingly bloodshot and strained. Talking about it all obviously made him uncomfortable, even in a state of mourning, but he continued nonetheless. With a large and shaky sigh, Dalyor spoke once more. "I am to blame for the Glynfirs deaths. Along with the citizens of Heartford." Looking up, Dalyor locked eyes with the prince, only to ensure Astalios knew he meant every word he spoke. "The Glynfirs had a daughter, Viessa. She and I- well, she became pregnant. When my mother and father found out, they were furious that I had 'dared to share pure Agarvaran blood with dirty halflings.'" Dalyor scoffed at his words, his head shaking with disbelief. "We had plans to elope, at least from my family. Hers was more than happy to welcome me into their lives." Dalyor's eyes seemed to trail off in a saddened bliss, almost as if he were back with his

Lover once more.

Blinking himself out of his stupor, he continued, "Finding this out, my family came for me. I thought they only wished to bring me home but-" Dalyor trailed off, his eyes filled with a deep sadness and regret. "They locked her and her entire family in their manor! Burned the house with them alive, with me *Child* Still in its mother!" Dalyor threw the bottle of alcohol he had in his hands at the wall and cupped his head in his palms. Taking a moment to breath, he shakily continued. "I- I watched it all and could do nothing. They *Made* Me watch. They got everything they wanted by slaughtering not only a family, but the rest of the village as well. They carted the survivors of Heartford away, murdered the only woman I ever loved and bought the mining company as if they had nothing to do with the murder of a pregnant mother." 

As Dalyor poured his heart out for what could easily be assumed as the first time to *Anyone*, something was obvious; he had no clue that Viessa's body was never found. Her whereabouts, whether she was alive or dead, were still in the air. Defeated, and with tears starting to stream down his dirty face, Dalyor slumped back into his chair. "The only other thing I know is that a family worked for the Glynfirs were sold away. Olivewood or Ilvenwade, something like that I can't remember. There were rumors they were human, but that's all I know. Once Heartford was gone, I managed to escape. I think-.." He stopped, almost as if he were about to throw up. "I think they had plans to kill me too."
Terri
*It was much as he expected. The Agarvarans had tried to take the mine, and the Glynfirs had resisted them, creating the enmity. There was only the beginning of what sounded like a rather nasty feud, ending in death...

But that was not all to be gleaned from the conversation. The revelation that this man was the lover of the missing member of the Glynfirs was a surprising treat. It meant that if the two could be found and wedded, then no legal crises would occur, and by both right of contract and right of inheritance, the family would rule Lerwick. It was hard to keep from smiling at the prospect. This man missed Viessa quite a lot - in a way that made the slight twinge of wistful jealousy prick his heart.

He wished for someone to love as much as the pair clearly had. It was enough to defy Dalyor's parents. Whether the outcome had been happy was another story - one that had not yet ended, if Astalios was to have his way.*

"Take heart." *He replied to Dalyor gently, and placed his hand on the wretched nobleman's shoulder.* "Not all is lost. Viessa may yet live. She is missing - not among the dead in our records. My spies are searching for her even now. Her body was never found. There may be a chance yet for you to see your child - and marry the last Glynfir, if you so wish."

"Furthermore, you are eyewitness to enough that I can nearly rule summarily in your favor. Judgement on your family will be swift, I can promise you that, if you respond to my summons after I place your family in custody before their trial. I shall need you and your Viessa as witnesses, along with one of the Olvenwoods, which I have probably met. He is now a vigilante of sorts."

*The problem of getting Richard to appear at trial was a rather easy one now - perhaps he could even rescue the rest of the Olvenwood family, and bring them back to Alynthi unharmed. There was much investigation to do once the Agarvarans' personal records were seized.*
Meryl
Feeling the prince's hand clasp on to his shoulder, Dalyor looked over to him with sorrowful eyes. It was as if all the hope and happiness was gone in his heart, mind and eyes. Though as Astalios told what he knew of Viessa, Dalyor nearly fell out of his chair in disbelief. "She's- there's a possibility she's alive?!" Dalyor was practically reeling at this information, but as the prince spoke of giving his family the judgement they deserved, he could do nothing but nod, a determined look now on his face. "I will be there. I *Want* To be there. With Viessa once she's found." Dalyor stood up and clasped the prince's hand in respect and confirmation. A fire was now alight in the elf's eyes, almost as if finally some semblance of hope had returned to his once lifeless eyes. "I will do everything I can to rectify my family's transgressions. I want to right their terrible wrongs, my lord."
Terri
"Patience. For now, I only need you to stay here. Wait for me, and I shall send you word when your family is imprisoned awaiting trial. I must warn you, Dalyor, the process will not be pretty. There *Will* Be executions in store for your family. You have the opportunity to make a new start - I must have someone to rule Lerwick, and if you so choose, I will appoint you its lord after the trial, with Viessa as your lady. It is a powerful claim to the area." *He spoke calmly, slowly, purposefully.*

"Your choice. I can appoint one of my soldiers, whom I trust, to the position if you would prefer another life. But consider the offer. Do right where your family did wrong. You may even take the Glynfir name if you so choose, and continue that family's legacy from where it ended."

*He stood, covered his head with the cloak once more, and handed the man a small iron disc that warped itself into the form of a silver stag.* "A symbol of my favor. The bartender has one as well. A good man. Consider him for your household if you will take the offer..."
Meryl
"I expect nothing less for them all, though-" Dalyor paused a moment, his eyes filled with concern. "I can assure you my sibling had nothing to do with their misdeeds. I'm sure you'll need to pursue all possibilities but, my sister is who helped me escape in the first place. I'm sure she's only playing along to ensure her own safety." As the prince mentioned Lerwick and the possibility of a fresh start in the life he once had, Dalyor nodded respectfully. "I will do what is needed of me, my lord." Taking the gift from the prince, the young elven man looked down at it with hope in his eyes. He could have a life again, a family. Clutching the silver stag, Dalyor nodded in thanks once more to the prince. "Thank you, your majesty. I can never repay what you've done for me."
Terri
"Of course you can repay me." *He waved the comment off.* "You will do it by being a just and kind ruler to the people, if you so choose, and by living a long and happy life with many children around you. I trust that the slaving business of the mines will be stopped, the personal records of the family turned over to the crown, and your testimony to sort out all misdeeds in court. As it so happens, I am the judge and the jury. I only need you to explain this to the ladies and gentlemen there present, that they may witness the trial and observe my lack of bias in this particular scenario."

*He turned on his heel, and with a wave of his hand, unlocked all three mechanisms, turning the metal in its place and drawing back the bolts.* "Until we meet again."

*He stepped out into the hallway with hood drawn, and returned to whence he had come. It was time to give a rather nasty surprise to the Agarvarans...*