The evening chill of Ita Horyry, The Kingdom of Streams was calm and temperate.  A slight breeze wafted through the air, carrying with it the pleasant aromas of the clean springs around them.<br/>KayVenn Lorr stood on the balcony of his home, a small glass in hand, filled less than halfway with a rich, full Mead.  The glass had been a gift from Valera, Lady of Fire and he drank from it every night.  Almost everything about them was different or opposite, but they commanded a respect from one another, like all the Lords, though theirs ran deeper.  KayVenn wouldn't be the first to admit, but she sent a hot shiver down his spine, one that he embraced.<br/><br/>An advisor and close friend to KayVenn stood aside him, and drank from his own glass.<br/>"I worry about the scouts," he said at length, though it drew no worry for the Lord, instead he just casually sipped his mead and took deep breaths of the night air.<br/>"Worry not for the scouts, no goblin would ever see them.  Not even if they were standing before them.  Worry for what may be keeping them, what they may have found.  If the Trit Crossing really is being compromised then we may be dealing with something bigger than Goblins."<br/><br/>The advisor nodded and finished his drink.<br/>"I will go to the gates, I wish to meet them as soon as they arrive.  If only to calm my own anxiety."<br/>KayVenn nodded, but otherwise did not change stance or demeanour, "Very well, friend."