Mungo and Tango exchanged worried glances, and Merelus, sharp of eye and instinct, got the distinct feeling that this news was not necessarily a surprise to the two.  They parted, opening the door to Dante's office.  Beyond the door, Merelus found a long runner leading up to an enormous, elaborately carved desk, clearly not of halfling design or size.  Seated in a large, plush chair padded high enough to make the desk usable to its occupant, was Dante Boromar.  The halfling was impeccably well groomed and dressed, his suit perfectly tailored, and of the height of fashion, which these days ran towards Aundairan lines.  He looked up from a stack of parchment, and frowned slightly.<br/><br/>"You," he started, his voice raspy and deeper than one might have expected from so small a form, "You're that Eladrin my princess has taken a fondness too...Merelus, innit?  What brings you into my private office?"<br/><br/>Meanwhile, downstairs, the halfling woman began to stir.  Her hand slipped from her midsection, revealing a wound still unsealed, even with Lita's infusion.  Her eyes fluttered, opening briefly as she looked partially at Lita, partially at the blankness of space.  Her mouth opened, and strange, melodic words of a language other than common flowed from her tongue.  Her words became strained, frantic...and then she passed from life, her body falling limp, her hands opening.<br/><br/>For those downstairs with the halfling, please make me an active Perception roll.<br/><br/><br/>