"Tikon Propal, this council hereby approves your execution, the charges attacking a being of less power, employed by an agent of the council. Attackin... a facility set up by the council. The last attacking an agent of the council, though it isn't well known Tyrome still works directly for the council, sentence to be carried out IMMEDIATELY!" The elder shouted to emphasize the point. I could only half smile the rage somewhat less thanks to Cloe. Grabbing the struggling man we all flashed out to. Clutching the knife tightly she made ready to spring into action. But before she could act a commanding little voice spoke, freezing her in place. “You are a very bad guest. You have interrupted my sleep. Your attack on my servant has caused a great deal of trouble.” In the doorway to the closet stood a small c***d, dressed in elegant Victorian style clothing, her skin white as milk, her eyes an alien green. The vampire girl Violet looked very unhappy. Rachel said nothing. She gathered her. He had some of the women sew together a double thickness of linen into the shape of a balloon and had his woodworkers make a basket to sit under it. He tried various methods of heating air to raise the balloon but without any real success. Once more the people of the camp thought this was one of his crazier ideas.He also started strengthening of all his camps through the erection of concrete ramparts, limestone proving to be in short supply however.Scott next began to think of trade again. He. He had allowed me full access to his library, and I drowned myself in all the powerful spellbooks and tomes reserved for elder scholars. As the change still refused to happen, I eventually adopted a quite fatalistic approach to life. I could do nothing to help the situation besides reading and hoping to stumble upon something he had overseen. Droacner’s abilities continued to be my only salvation, and I refused myself to think that he could not do it, but began to prepare for it taking months.