<br/><strong>Shiloh, Halflings and Hegemony in the Perfect Princess</strong><br/><br/><div align="center">(http://i51.tinypic.com/2a0kf8z.jpg)</div><br/>The group of halflings of which the number was three sat with there two remaining human companions, a elderly man and a middle aged weathered woman with a glum expression. The three halflings a female and two men looked downtrodden and determined, they mumbled amongst themselves as Shiloh interrupted there meeting and one of them glanced at her angrily. It looked like he was about to shout at her and throw a ruck-us, but swiftly his companion slapped a fat hairy hand over his mouth and held him back while the elderly man spoke.<em>“What of it then Miss ? Of what concern is it you ?” </em><br/><br/>The fat angry halfling struggled in his brothers grasp and then with a sharp shrill sound broke free.<em>“Yeaoch..yer bloody git..my tumb!” </em>cried his thinner greasy haired brother who shot a look of spite at him.<em>“Get off yer scrawny twonk, what you want then elf...whats it to you what we talk off!” </em>The female halfling shook her head and patted the fat one on the back hushing him down with a wary look, she glanced to Shiloh and smiled in the most cheery manner she could muster.<em>“Are you a friend of the Black Dragon then Miss ? Or are you tired of Calastia's tyranny too.”<br/></em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Nurthan and the destitute old man</strong><br/><br/>The old man listened to the necklace as it spoke once more for Nurthan and then slowly gazed up to  him and shook his head, he remained silent for a moment and brought his hand up rubbing his brow and adjusting his hat.<em>“Depends that there always people looking for him, for what he is and what he does.  The bat devils they call em, but that's not what they call themselves no they have another name for them.  He don't bother us none, got no reason to has he thief he is and a good one, what we got that is worth taking no he leave us well enough alone.  The Calastian's the wealthy he targets those with things of value, those with things such as that.”  </em>The old man raised one of his withered arms to point shakily at the necklace.<em> “He don't hide often, but when he does id guess he goes into the undercity...or the skies the desert perhaps, he is not a permanent resident of Shelzar of course he comes and goes I bet if he believe the threat was great he make himself scare quick probably move on till he thought it was safe again.”<br/></em><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Rhaella the quest for perfection</strong><br/><br/><br/>Arsuth gave a hearty chuckle at Rhaella's request and gestured for her to enter the room nodding,<em>“Very well Elf, you shall have what you wish just as you ask we will handle the matter of payment afterwards.  I shall leave you now and the perfection you seek shall be along shortly, If there is any  problem or anything else you require you may find me downstairs or perhaps seek out Misstress Amylyn.” </em>He gave a nod and an elaborate gesture before bowing and leaving closing the door behind him.<br/><br/>It was sometime later when “perfection” arrived with a gentle tap at the door, as the door was opened the sight that was beheld was a most familiar and perplexing one perhaps.  The woman that entered the room and quietly stood before Rhaella's gaze was everything she had described everything she had pictured imagined it was unreal, she was familiar as if she been seen a thousand times before but it was hard to think where or who she was.  Soon the realization would dawn of course that she was the familiar specter of  stray dreams and wild thoughts whole and present before Rhaella's very eyes, she presented a warm smile and tilted her head her long golden blond locks falling from her head framing her pleasant face and draping about her shoulders.  She stood silent for a moment allowing Rhaella to take her in dressed in silver mesh and silk garments that did little to hide her curved figure or modesty.<em>“I am at your service Miss, what is it you desire of me may I ask ?”   </em><br/><br/>