Bone weary, he crossed the roof to the makeshift, rainwater shower Faelen had constructed for him. Showered and refreshed, he changed into his battlegreys, hoping there would be no more battles this night.

Crossing over the roof once more, he sat crossed leg in front of his small shrine to Tethrin. "Lord Tethrin, grant me peace and a sure blade," he said in prayer. "Help me understand the days events, before it is too late...."

...The day had started quite normally. He checked on Blanche, not surprised to find that no one was buying. "Sorry Q'wellen", Blanche had said, "but even with the mark down on kegs, I have not been able to find any buyers."

"That's ok Blanche, here is this week's salary. People will come eventually."

He had gone on patrol, a very quiet patrol actually. It had given him time to reflect on the rumors he had heard. He knew the guild members would be upset at his presumption in sending the letter for a call to action. He couldn't understand why no one was reacting. To think that a child had been assualted within earshot of the Arrow, it was unthinkable. He quivered with rage at the mere thought that any creature could casually walk about killing as he choose.

With that thought Q'wellen returned to RZ's smithy, hoping to talk out his anger with his most reasonable friend. When he arrived he had only a few moments to talk to RZ before a missive arrived by pigeon, stating that his presence was required at the Arrow. The missive had been unsigned; strange. Hurridly placing an order for a new set of Bladesinger armor, Q'wellen vaulted into Noble's saddle, and sped off toward the Arrow.

When he arrived he found the homey tavern mostly empty. Bri was there along with a few others. No one stood out as the sender of the unsigned message so he decide to speak with Brisid concerning the recent events. Luckily Brisid was able to direct Q'wellen to the library located in the Guildhall. After a bit of a heated arguement with Brisid over his standing as a guildmember, he settled in to study the tomes that lay before him. As he read "The Last Days of Caramon Majere", several elements stood out.

This Majere who had become the Lich Lord known as Khellenduras, must have been an excellent healer. He described his creation of several unknown healing and curing spells in his writing. What stood out most to Q'wellen however was his description of his transformation into a lich lord. He described a crystal orb, called a phylactery, to which he had linked his soul. It was through this device that he gained the greater strength of a Lord as opposed to a standard lich.

Q'wellen quickly read through "A Study of Scions" and gathered his notes. He had questions for Brisid and wanted to make sure he could still catch him.

Hurrying to the Arrow once more, he found not just Brisid, but Thrand and several others, along with...Myra Sunveil.

The sight of Myra stirred feelings old and new. He reflected only for a moment at his first embarrassing attempts at courtship with her months ago. His cheeks began to burn at the thought. These feelings were immediately replaced with thoughts of how lovely she looked even now. She was wearing a golden dress and matching hat and she looked fabulous. Those thoughts were replaced even faster with a confused sense of disgust, he admired her for her courage with regard to the demon Baal'morda, but this "relationship" with Khellenduras stretched his sensiblities. Trying to sort through the various thoughts and emotions he pushed it away to the back of his mind.

He got Brisid's attention, who in turn after several attempts, got Thrand's attention. They retreated to the backroom of the Arrow to discuss options and questions with regards to Khellenuras.

Much to his chagrin, Q'wellen's thoughts kept returning to the lovely maiden elf, Myra. In an attempt to hide his own feelings, he turned the conversation towards accusation that she was untrust worthy. As had already happened that night, the young Q'wellen allowed his ferver to get the best of his sensiblities; luckily cooler heads were present in the form of Thrand and Bri.

Quay eventually joined the group and the lot of them moved the conversation to the Guildhall, where they could reveiw the tombs kept there. Valoden and Nytefrost also joined the joined the group and Q'wellen managed to once again accuse Myra, in hope to cover his confusing feelings towards her. He hoped against hope that the elder Elves present would not see past his attempts to cover his turmoltous feelings.

After a lengthy discussion it was decided the best course of action would be to find the orb and to press Myra for more information.

Quay, Nyte and Val volunteered to advance scout the suspected location of the orb the following day. Q'wellen, Thrand and Brisid headed for the temple for a meeting with Lady Sunveil.

The moment Q'wellen saw Myra the battle between his feelings grew tenfold. Deciding that he had embarrassed himself enough for one night, he choose to try and remain silent. As Thrand and Bri (mostly Thrand in his patient way) questioned Myra, Q'wellen fought to undertand the conflict within himself. "I am sworn to protect the Glade, and Myra is a threat to that protection... isn't she?", He questioned himself.

Thrand had asked him earlier if he had once walked the shadowed path, could the wise Captain see through to his heart? Q'wellen's momentary introspection came to a crashing halt when he realized the answers Myra was giving. His young passion (if that's what it was) gave way to his warrior instinct. He grilled Myra for what information she could provide regarding Khellenduras. Her answers were as always, evasive.

Before Q'wellen could really dig into her though, Thrand sudenly suggested she rest. Offering his own cabin as a place of refuge, Thrand escorted Myra away from the temple. Q'wellen was left alone with Brisid on the roof.

"Go ahead Brisid, get it over with. Tell me how I let my temper overcome me again." Q'wellen stated flatly.

"I think you punish yourself enough, Q'wellen", Brisid whispered.

Could it be Brisid understood? Q'wellen walked to the side of the roof overlooking the bay, as Brisid quietly left.

Q'wellen stood there for a long time, peering out over the water. It took a long measure for him to push aside his thoughts of Myra. Push aside his child's crush upon that which he could not have, he realized. No the time for justice was at hand, he was a simple warrior, not a foolish child.

He focused upon the acts of evil perpetrated by Khellenduras. I am coming for you lich lord, and I will avenge the community upon you.

...Q'wellen's head snapped up from the reverie, He stared at his small altar. "Diolla lle, Heru'amin Tethrin, aminmen ro lat. I am coming for you Lich lord...We must find the orb."