<strong>Name:</strong>Comgal (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/5e/Elven_Heirarchy.png)<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Peranos/Peranos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Larien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In his office.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Drat. Double drat.  It seemed that the efforts to keep things quiet had not gone to plan. Granted, Larien was a bit more observant than most, he suspected of the quiet, calm woman.<br/><br/>"If there is anything that you could do it would be to prepare your facilities for any incoming wounded. Prepare healing potions in mass to be distributed to the outposts. I don't wish to frighten you too much but there has been an escape of an elf who is thought to be a spy. If you could keep that information close to the vest, I would be in your debt. We may well need your services very soon."  He had no clue how right he might be but not for the reasons that he thought.  "And you would also do well to steer clear of foolish children who give no care to the hearts of those who love them or the danger they put their own necks in.<br/><br/>"To her credit, she was attempting to bring the spy to the village for his capture, so perhaps all is not lost in her heart. Or mind for that matter." He gave a quiet chuckle and sipped his tea.  His thoughts went to the outcomes of how that could have played out, and he was thankful that his beloved wife was away to the north visiting relatives in Lyrweyn, their young child with her.  They'd brought forth three children over the course of their union and the older two had their own families.<br/><br/>He noticed not the brush of her finger over a scar that he barely even noticed for it diminished her beauty in no way.<br/><br/>"You are not a burden, Dear Melarien. Your services, I'm afraid, will be greatly needed."  He looked mournful of that fact. War made his heart old before its time. Even at almost five hundred and thirty-three he didn't feel aged by any other battle more than he did by the one currently brewing.<br/>