Sam came here every holidays to unwind and get away from everything. This was the one place where Sam actually felt comfortable. Plus, this is where h...r best friend lived. Warrior was her ten year old stallion. Jet black in colour, he was a descendant of the war horses used by knights in the earlier centuries. Most people were petrified of him and his full eighteen hands. At two years old, he was going to be put down due to his vicious temper and tendency to attack without warning, but on one. An oil was rubbed into my skin from my neck down to my toes.Besides feeling wonderful, I saw that the bottle claimed a thorough application would retard unwanted hair growth for up to six months.Next I was given a manicure and pedicure. After soaking off my pretty pink polymer nails, real canine looking black claws were glued onto my nails with more polymer. These claws extended beyond my fingertips about one inch and had been filed to a rounded point. The claws on my feet were similar, I hoped. The factors hedged and began calling in their debts, but Mr. Nevers did not seem worried.Slave children spent all day prowling the rows of broad-leafed plants picking off the hookworms and other pests while the men hoed out the persistent weeds and the women pinched back the Orinoco plants' stubborn flower buds and suckers. Elizabeth spread rotted horse manure on the roses around the house and cultivated her kitchen and herb gardens as best she could in the summer heat, learning to hoe at her. At the end of the day, she's still his wife. I don't envy him the choices he will have to make." I'd never wanted to be involved in politics less."So now we just wait for the Landsmeet." Which is when?" A week today, Eamon said."A week of waiting did not appeal. I turned to Aedan. "Okay, in the meantime, I have a plan." This has to do with our side trip on the way back from the Alienage?" Zevran asked.I nodded. "I want to help the elves."I went on to tell Aedan and Alistair about the elves.