Arnienne smirked. "Calm down Rua. This is just a… friend." She began, but never looking at her sister "By now, at least." As a response Rua'leen's eyebrows flew up.

"By now?" But Arnienne didn't even listen to her already directing to Kelathar.

"You want your dagger back." That was a statement "Yes, I'll give it to you, but in one condition…"

"Condition?" the lad said smiling "You don't wanna put me any. We made a deal. I've done my part something that cannot be told about you. Look out; I might break the rules just as well" Once again his voice was still and cold.

"Is that a threat?" the half-elf asked. She smiled even wider- this Kelathar was quite an interesting one, she wouldn't let him go that easy. "A threat or a warning?"

"A warning."

Rua'leen and Layanor were looking at them with amusement in their eyes. The lass's glance traveled from the pair to her beloved taking note of any serious wound he might have gotten in the fight. When she spotted a long cut which began in his hip an ended at his knee she gasped.

"Come, Layanor, let me take care of this wound." Rua'leen said. And the warrior approached to the fire place sitting in the dead tree they used as a bench. The half-drow kneeled in front of him with a pot of water, a towel, a couple of poisons and band-aids. Slowly and carefully she began washing the wound, although sending a quick glance to her sister and the stranger once in a while and listening to all they were saying.

"So then, as I said I'm giving you the dagger back" Arnienne purred "If you tell me why it is so precious?" She finished with a smile that made Kelathar's knees tremble of desire. For a moment the lad stared at her as if considering something. A second later he was striding to one of the orcs. Kicking him and hearing a moan in reply he smiled and turned to Layanor.

"Come here." He said. Layanor looked down at Rua'leen who was still trying to stop the bleeding giving Kel to understand that he was occupied. The lad made a face: "Oh, just forget the stupid band-aids and come here! Dear lady," he continued referring to the half-drow "let him go, trust me what I'm about to show you, would prove itself much more efficient than what you were doing by now"

Looking directly at his eyes Rua'leen tried to decide if she should trust the stranger's word. She glanced at her sister who nodded in reply. Slowly Rua stood up, and helped Layanor to get up as well. As soon as the warrior was near him, Kelathar looked to Arnienne.

"Will you be using the dagger?" she asked. Even after the battle she couldn't trust Kel completely. What if he sticks the dagger in her friend's throat?

"No, you should give it to him" The lad was not surprised by Arnienne's reaction- he would react the same way. Arnienne handed the blade to Layanor. He took it not understanding what he was supposed to do next.

"Stick it in the orc's body" Kelathar came to his help "but hold it, whatever happens"

For a second Layanor doubted, but then in a jerk movement he stuck the dagger between the creature's ribs. Nothing happened. Suddenly he felt tickling in his palm, arm, shoulder, chest… Soon his whole body was pricking. His wounded leg began to burn mercilessly, and a groan slipped from his lips. Finally everything stopped. Still holding the dagger Layanor opened his eyes and stared dumbly at his leg. The wound didn't bleed any more, nor did it even exist. There was just a thin almost unnoticeable scar.

Rua'leen held her breath, while Arnienne was smiling and looking from Kelathar to Layanor. Then she approached to her friend and took the dagger from him. Extending her hand she offered the dagger to the lad hilt-first.

"Thank you, that was both amazing and kind from your part" Kelathar took the dagger and sheathed it. "So you're free to go now… unless, you would like to spend the night with us… And I know that you 'have an urgent issue in Silverymoon'" She rapidly added seeing that the lad was about to argue "But there are still a couple of hours before dawn, I think you could with some sleep, as we've already seen you're not the one who can walk harmlessly in the dark." A coy smile spread in her face. "Besides you don't have any provisions and I dunno 'bout you but I'm damn hungry!' He laughed then. 'That for sure is not a bad idea. She's right- I have no food neither can I see in the dark. This place seems safe and the company is … quite enjoyable.' the lad thought. 'But Father might have already arrived to Silverymoon. I shouldn't delay myself that way"

Arnienne turned and went to the fireplace along with the drow girl and the warrior; she left Kelathar to decide himself. But seeing the elf taking her cape off in one smooth movement revealing white round nude shoulders, left no place for doubt in his head. Containing the shudder Kel strode to Arnienne's side and smiled to her.

"I will take your offer with great pleasure!" He began taking her hand in his and lightly kissing it, he saw satisfaction and happiness in her eyes "I owe you my life and it would rude of me to reject such a possibility…" He didn't have a chance to end his thought as the slender hand jerkily left his grasp and the lasses voice loaded with razors cut him in the middle of the sentence.

"Ye owe me nothin'!" she snapped. 'When angry, her dwarven accent reminds about itself' Kelathar thought, while Arnienne continued throwing dagger-words at him "Ye may stay if ya wanna, but I ain't holding ye! Ye're an extra mouth ta feed. B'lieve me if I offered ye somethin', that was just 'cause I thought ye might be needin' it, not 'cause I was needin' it!" She bent to take a log and throw it to the fire. The lad starred hard at her trying to understand what in the Nine Hells pissed her off. During this night he had come to understand her pretty well so I had's been long when he finally bent as well and took her hand just as he had done a minute before and spoke what he thought were the right words.

"Oh, believe me, I want to stay" he said smiling. Arnienne narrowed at him, but then her features softened.

"Rua! Let's make some meet, I'm starving!" She shouted to her sister who was setting some plain stones in the fire. Before the half-elf had a chance to go and help her sister Kel grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Can I help you?"

"Yes, you can not bother us!" Arnienne answered cheerfully.

"But…"

"Why don't you ask Layanor what to do…" She said and vanished from his grasp.

Kelathar scanned the camp in search of the big man. He spotted him sitting under an old oak. Layanor smiled at him and invited him to join him.

"So…" Kel began.

"Well met! I am Layanor Son of Wulfgar. I'm quite in debt with you for what you've done." Layanor gazed his healed leg. "As for help the only thing you could do for those two is actually not bothering them. When they're together you might wanna stay away" The lad said with a wink.

"Oh, aye. Well met you too, Son of Wulfgar! I am Kelathar Entreri." Kel sat near the warrior. A few minutes passed in silence when Kel remembered something… "Arnienne mentioned a sister when we were getting here, and I'm afraid I'm a little lost…" In response the big man chuckled.

"Why don't you ask Ar?"

"I'm afraid she would send me to you once again." Layanor just smirked.

"Well, you might wanna stay away from her, even when she's alone!" Layanor offered "And that pretty drow you see beside the devil is her twin-sister" Satisfaction spread over the man's face when he saw Kel's eyes slowly climbing up his forehead.

"Ehem…Well…you know… the fun is that the only thing I know about Ar, apart from her name, that is, it's that her grandfather is a weapon-smith dwarf and that her sister…twin sister, I might add… is a drow…" the lad pointed out.

"You should be grateful for not knowing who their parents are!"

Kelathar made a scared face and glanced at the cooking half-elf. His blood rushed through his veins when he saw her between the red tongues of flame and the vapor of the boiling water. Sparks gleaming in her ink-like hair.

"Beauty is born when the blood is diverse"

"Indeed" Answered the warrior observing the sparks gleaming in her snow-like hair…