Although no one did. Not many people asked her about that kind of thing, Cyaer and Nicias were some of the only ones, but they were family, it is hard to hide things from family.
First the warlock, now the confusion surrounding her latest schemes. Between the runes, the book, the warlock herself, and the stress of day-to-day management of the Fellowship and her House, Kel was frazzled.
The rain in Brill drearily reflected her mood as she pushed the hearthstone across the bed she sat on. The voices emanating from the little thing had been carrying on for a while now, and she was half-listening half-remembering what had transpired earlier.
Staring off at the spiderwebs in the room distastefully, the Blood Elven paladin sighed.
Earlier that day...
The Wyvern's Tail was quiet, surprisingly so, and Kel was inordinately grateful as she walked through the establishment's doors, glancing around for the Orc who had said he would meet her here.
He stood by the fire, looking surprisingly stoic to the tired Elf, but that might have just been her, it had been a long day, productive, maybe, but long.
The Orc motioned the woman over, and her voice was low as she spoke, "You are from the Laughing Skulls?"
"I'll have to do today"
With a shallow bow, Kel nodded, "Kel'tira Sunblaze, at your service! I am sorry if I interrupted anything?"
"Gorelik, My dear. I believe an elder member of my clan will be here shortly."
"Yes, a pleasure. Now, I set a tentative deal with your people..." Pausing, Kel tapped her chin thoughtfully, "My Fellowship is having warlock issues."
Gorelik was concentrating, "Problems huh...and how can we be of service?"
"What was discussed is that in backing my people with numbers and strength, the warlock's belongings of the non-demonic nature, as well as her body, would be your clan's to do as they please with. Her heart and head and anything demonic we find the Fellowship will burn." Regretfully, she added, "It appears that we may be needing to call upon your aid sooner than we expected."
The Orc looked slightly confused, and inwardly Kel had to chuckle, "something happen?" he asked.
"You could say that. Have a seat, this could take some time to explain."
The two settled at a table, the male taking a drink of something, Kel looking agitated, "Viragona, the warlock, started making trouble for us a while back, she kidnapped one of our own, entranced a powerful paladin, binding him to her, and then vanished. We believe she had a hand in our previous leader's death, but have no proof so to speak. And now... Now she has a demonic tome, and she seeks runes to unlock its full potential."
Gorelik rubbed his chin, and the hair there, "You know where the runes she seeks are?
"Our intelligence tells us she is amassing something of an army to take the rune of Hatred, whose location we have guarded. We would ask for your people's assistance in both tracking the warlock, guarding the rune of Hatred, and locating the rune of Lust."
Gorelik thought to himself for a moment, "What kind of man power are we talking about.....I grew up around warlocks powerful ones are no easy targets."
Kel rubbed the bridge of her nose, looking worn and old, "Likely as many men as you can spare. The rising Sun Fellowship numbers enough to do one task, but not all three, lest we spread ourselves too thin."