A/N: Eh... took me pretty long to add another chapter, hm? This is what too busy school life does to you - it completely destroys your Muse. Poor, poor Muse - this was probably the biggest writer's block you've ever had... but don't worry, I'll take care of you. And to my readers and reviewers - thanks for your interest and for your patience with me. I hope you'll like this chapter. It's more of an intermezzo than a real chapter - but even intermezzo is needed. I just hope my Muse will stay with me until I finish next chapter, tho. But enough of my babbling - onward to the story. And pretty please - if you spot any error, tell me about it, so I can fix it, yes?

Disclaimer: Except of Elvorfiring Greyn and this story I own nothing. Damn!

When he finally get out of the valley, he spent several weeks in the oasis together with Garrick. They talked often to each other. About their lives, about their work, about their thoughts, about... Elvorfiring. She left quite an impression on the old man - even if they met for only a short time. When Garrick asked him to tell his tale about meeting her, he couldn't refuse.

"We met shortly after hanging of Fenthick. She and Lady Aribeth were sent to Port Llast to search for the signs of the people who infected Neverwinter with the Wailing Death. You know - both of them were really pale when I saw them for the first time, and even if I knew that Lady Aribeth was beautiful, she wasn't as beautiful as Elvorfiring. Something about her intrigued me. As a spymaster of Lord Nasher I knew almost everything about her - but meeting her was... different."

He stopped for a moment, trying to sort his thoughts and feelings. "She - I mean, Elvorfiring - always travelled with Daelan the Red Tiger - with a half-orc. One would say that as an elf she will find him repulsive - but they get on very well. They were capable of almost everything, in truth. They found the proofs of the cult, they travelled to the past to find the Word of Power, they managed to kill Morag and save the city... Only several things they couldn't do - to save Londa's children... or to save Aribeth from her fall..." He knew he was babbling. However, he found it impossible to tell Garrick something about Elvorfiring. There were too many things which came to his mind at the same moment. "It seems it happened so long ago now..."

"And how long it is since Elvorfiring left the city?" asked Garrick suddenly.

"Hm?" asked Aarin with a distracted smile on his face. "Oh, that... It has been two years."

"And you wasted two years before you started to search for her?" Garrick seemed to be really angry. "You know, I thought you are quite intelligent young man - but this certainly proves otherwise."

Aarin watched the old man with his mouth open. He wouldn't have believed anything like this was hidden in the man! However, he had a point - no matter how harsh his words were. And in other parts, he was mistaken.

"You know, Garrick - it wasn't so easy to leave Neverwinter for me." He paused for a short moment. "Elvorfiring knew that. She was anxious to get out - and she left the city several times for shorter trips to pay a visit in Port Llast or Beurunna's Well. She had friends there, you know, from the time she spent there. And she always returned to me." With a wicked twist of his lips he finished: "And now it should be me who has to return to her."

Garrick didn't seem to be convinced by his words. However, he let the subject slip and they talked about other things. Only Aarin was troubled with the talk for several days, thinking about what could have happened to Elvorfiring over and over. Weeks slowly came into months and the camp of Ao's followers was visited by another adventurer. An elven cleric Ayala. And add to this, it was him whom she was looking for.

o.O.o.O.o

"Welcome, Sojourner."

Elvorfiring swirled around to face the speaker. "Who are you?"

"I'm Reaper, Sojourner. You don't have to be wary of me. I won't hurt you as no one will hurt you as long as you are in my realm."

" 'Your' realm?" asked Elvorfiring suspiciously. This Reaper looked like the figure of Death from folk tales. Dark, hooded, with a scythe in his hand. However, he didn't make any threatening moves, so she calmed down a little. Deekin seemed to be completely at peace as soon as he saw his boss holding her blade down.

"And so the boss and her faithful kobold companion met a mysterious Reaper... Will their meeting end in blood as so many before? Or...?"

Reaper seemed untouched by Deekin's speech. Elvorfiring felt his eyes on her, although she couldn't see his face under his cape. He nodded to her question. In all-encompassing gesture he waved his hand and said: "Yes, my realm. Reaper's realm..."

"Yeah, that we have already heard," interrupted him Elvorfiring impatiently. "But I would like to hear some explanation apart of 'this is Reaper's realm'."

Reaper answered in the same voice as before. "This place is outside reality, Sojourner. You can say it's a place where planes meet."

"So I can go whenever I please from here?" asked Elvorfiring, hardly hiding excitement from her voice. After the long stay in the plane of Shadows she was desperate to return to her homeplane. Never before wanted she to be back in Toril so much as now. Just thinking about the over-whelming shadows made her cringe.

"Almost, Sojourner. You need my Relic for travelling where you want." He held his hand towards her. Carefully, she took the strange metallic globe from him and looked on it closely. It was the same one she threw away at least ten times. Again it was returned to her. The globe was covered with strange engravings. She was unable to say which material it was made of. "Okay, so what should I do with it when in need of transport?" asked she.

Reaper fell silent for a moment. "First of all, you need Rogue Stone; otherwise Relic won't have enough energy for your travelling. Here you can always get - even without the gem. But if you want to be able travel back, you need the gem for connecting the place with this sphere."

Elvorfiring looked on Reaper with rising hope. "You know, I've just happened to have several Rogue stones. Would it be possible for you to transport me back to my world?"

Something about Reaper changed. Elvorfiring almost get the feeling that Reaper smiled a bit before he nodded in agreement. "Yes, Sojourner, I can. Prepare yourself, your travel starts in a few moments..."

Boom!

Strange doors appeared in front of Elvorfiring. "Open them, Sojourner, and you'll find yourself in your world once more."

She just smiled at Reaper. "Thank you."

Deekin opened the doors. She looked down on him and said: "So, Deekin, onward!" With waving of his hands he excitedly jumped through the doors.

Just Reaper's voice echoed in her ears while she passed though the gates to her plane. 'We shall meet again, Sojourner...'