K'eray sighed as she watched Brom leave the tent. That time it was close. The had just finished with another of their, 'come as close as we can,'
sessions. While it had felt wonderful for K'eray, and Brom, she was upset that they could go no further. She laid back for a few minutes, content
to leave her cloths off of herself. Arya. Why can't we do what she does? It makes no sense, at all. For twenty some minutes she lied there, soaking
up the dim and little warmth that came from the outside, and eventually she fell asleep. She knew not how long she slept but when she woke
the full moon was casting it's pale, white rays into the tent. She kept her eyes shoot until she sniffed. She raised a hand to the her nose and
smelled again. She sat up, nearly having a heart attack. "Kroger! Oh my, you scared me." Her elven sub-mentor stepped out of the shadows, a
strange light in his eyes. She wondered at that light then decided it must be the moon rays hitting at an odd angle into his eyes. Something
about the situation bothered her. "Ah, K'eray. I apologize for waking and scaring you." He stepped on step towards her and she suddenly
noticed what was bothering her. She was completely naked. She grabbed the blanket and pushed it over her private parts. "Kroger, could you-"
He reached out and pulled it down slowly with his strength that far surpassed hers. "Oh, don't worry about that." K'eray's large blue eyes
starred into his darker black ones. "I would rather but clothed." Kroger looked at her with a warm, faked, smile and said gently, "K'eray, listen
to your master." Slowly, reluctantly, and calling to Brom with her mind, she allowed him to pull the sheets past her bare skin. Kroger's eyes
landed on her and he examined every knock and cranny on her body. She felt exposed in front of him. He pulled back as he heard someone
running up to the tent. Brom walked in and saw Kroger so close to K'eray, with his hands on the sheets that made it look like he had pulled it
off her, which rightfully he had. He slowly drew his sword. "What are you doing Kroger?" Anger sparked in his eyes and he looked back at
K'eray. He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath and let it out very slowly. "Nothing. I was getting an item for Saphira that Eragon left in
this tent." Brom looked around animatedly. "Okay, go ahead and get it." Kroger spun around and stalked to the exit. With a venomous glare at
Brom he walked out. Brom went to her and sat down. He looked at her, concerned. "Did he do anything?" K'eray shook her head and stood up.
"No, but I had my worries. I told you I read what he did to your mother from your mother." She took the cord that held her hair in place and
worked at it until it undid, which was so hard to took over two minutes. The whole time she had her chest in his full view. Indeed he could see
little but her shimmering breasts. She straightened and shook her head back and forth, making her dark bangs fly as if they were birds with
collars on. Brom reached out to her and took her hips in both hands, pulling her to him. They met half way and began to kiss each other in every
imaginable place. Thirty minutes later K'eray was lying on her back, drowsily staring at the ceiling as Brom kissed her neck. From somewhere far
off she heard a horn blow. Then two simultaneously.
K'eray and Brom stopped, unsure of what it meant. No war horns blew. From outside marched hundreds, if not thousands of warriors. K'eray
jumped up and spoke in the Ancient Language. Like birds flying to their masters, Brom and K'eray's cloths flew at and attached themselves to
their owners. They both stepped out of the tent to see the men and woman of the Varden gather in front of the hanging post. It was not the
one that Roran had hung on while being wiped, but rather a sturdy tree with but one branch. A rope was intricately wound around it and ended
in a noose. Beside the tree was a podium, on which stood Nasuada. She wore a green dress with silver thread. She held forward a hand and
the men silenced themselves. Nasuada lowered her hand and into it a warrior placed a small scroll. Nasuada seemed tired, and as such recited
the scroll as if directly reading it. "Men of the Varden. You are gathered here today to see the death of a rapist, of whom we will not tolerate
the continued existence of." A large man walked beneath the rope, pushing in front of him a man that looked like countless others. Tall, brown
haired and strong. "The man's name is Triggr, rapper of Katrina wife of Roran. You may proceed." A man with a black cloth covering his face
waked forward and shoved Triggr under the rope, and slipped the noose over his head. K'eray could watch no more. She buried her face into
Brom's shoulder and cried. There was a grunt of effort and then a chocking sound. A man's desperate screams filled the air, then was silent.
Brom quietly escorted K'eray away. "No one should have to see that, but those who commit evil acts deserve evil punishments. So they decided
to walk the path of evil, so they will be punished by evil. 'He who lives by the blade shall die by the blade.' Luandra Silvinson wrote that." K'eray
sobbed against his chest. She firmly believed that no living being deserved to go through that. Two hours later, after the men had went back to
their posts and the body of Triggr had been disposed of, K'eray went with Brom to see Nasuada. Three burly Kull, three dwarfs, and three men
guarded her tent. A male human slammed his sword hilt against his shield and said, "The elf K'eray requests-" He was cut off as Nasuada yelled
from inside, "For goodness sake just let her in! If she was some threat to me how would I know it better then you?" The man sighed and took
two steps to the right, granting K'eray entry. She stalked in before Brom and sat in one of the folding chairs. "Nasuada, I wish to talk to you
about your decision to kill Triggr." Nasuada looked at Brom for a moment as he sat. "For the starting on that subject, his crime is not in the
bounds of argument. In his mind we find evidence that he knowingly and willingly rapped Katrina for no other reason then to harm Roran. The
Varden will not tolerate it." K'eray jumped on her statement. "The Varden won't or you won't?" Nasuada's chin lifted slightly and she responded,
"Both." K'eray's anger rose at her blunt statement. Without thinking she said, "What was accomplished by killing him?" Nasuada was slow to
anger, yet quick to respond. "The prevention of letting him do it to anyone else." K'eray growled like some wolf and her hand, under the table,
glowed red with magic. Brom's hand lightly landed on her shoulder. She looked at him to see that he was looking at her with an expression of
gently affection. "Don't. That won't do a thing."
She nodded and said to Nasuada, "Bad and evil things shall always exist, no matter how hard you try to stop them." Nasuada looked at her in
mocked surprise. "So you shouldn't even make an effort?" K'eray's fist shook. "That's not the point I'm trying to make. I just want to make you
see that you made a small error in choice of punishment. Why must death be the only solution?" Nasuada cleared her throat, an angry look in
her eyes. "Because only death can restrain him forever. A cage can not hold him. Eventually he would know the cage so well that he would
know it's weak point, and there he would strike and from there he could escape and hurt even more people. Death is a cage from which no one
escapes." K'eray clenched her fists, trying to fight back the urge to shoot magic at Nasuada. "A cage that should not be erected unless
necessary. What you did was wrong!" Nasuada stood and waved a hand at her entering guards. She looked down at the elf, whom by all rights
was more powerful then her, and said, "K'eray I assure you that it was needed. I would not kill someone if it weren't." K'eray looked at her
love, Brom, for some form of help. He merely smiled and mouthed, "This is your fight." She sighed and slumped in her chair. "Alright, I believe
you on your word, but death is a cage so powerful that even if one were to change it wouldn't allow them a way out." Nasuada nodded.
"Precisely." K'eray's mouth dropped. She actually thought that it was right. She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped when she heard a
guard, Urgal by the sound of his voice, saying, "Do we let this man enter, Lady Nightstalker?" Nasuada sighed and yelled at him to let him in.
The man stepped in, panting so hard it looked like he was sick. "Lady.....Nasuada. It's Kroger. He's.........gone."