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After stepping through the portal, he looks around for a bit.. takes a quick head count of the people he has met in Frostfell.. then takes a seat at the bar and seems to be keeping an eye on Donovan.. (a small smile playing on his face)..

His only words in a while "Ahhh.. warmth.. now that is a lovely feeling, especially the kind that warms the inside as well as the outside.."

*Grabs her bag and look at Kels. She cocks her neck to one side and then the other in an attempt to stretch out some sore muscles.*

Ready to head out Kels?

**Lambic approaches Corbyn where he speaks to Atrum.**

Lord Corbyn, If no one minds **nods to Atrum and Ug** I would like to sit in on your conversation. For my own benefit I am still trying to piece together the whole story and I think hearing it told again might help me with that.

*Kels looks to Corbyn*

"By your leave sir."

*He nods to Kidwynn then looks to everyone else*

"We will see you all soon."

*He truns and heads out the door*

Safe travels Kels and Kidwynn.

*Tosses Lambic a mug.*

You are certainly welcome to join us. I have no doubt the recounting shall be enriched by your perspective.

*Sits down and begins the tale from where the Havenites entered the portal behind the Inn to join the advance party at Frostfell, and found they had three choices of exit from the ether realm.*

*Sethreal steps through the portal wearily and a smile appears on his face
that slowly fades.He stoicly excepts a drink from Atrum and toasts with
the rest of the group.
After he empties his glass, he silently leaves the Inn without a word.
He will not stop for any questions.*

**Lambic catches the mug.**

Thank you for the kind words Lord Corbyn.

**Lambic then falls in behind the Corbyn, Atrum and Ug and follows to where ever they go to talk.**

*Kidwynn follows right after Kels and heads out the door giving a nod to Sethreal before she leaves.*

*Walks into the Inn, laden with numerous books, tomes and parchments. Looks about, greeting those he knows as warmly as he can with an armload of books and papers.*

Has anyone seen Atrum or Lord Corbyn? It would seem I have a great deal of work to do and some peace and quiet would help this process immensely. Perhaps an unused room in the inn can be temporarily used while I begin my efforts.

Robin had been silent of late, speaking mostly with her crew and going as Corbyn bid of her. She was, after all, trying to stay out of any and all trouble. She paused to place a hand of comradship on Neshca's shoulder.

"See to them, my friend. I imagine that Verys and Gin are staying up the hill. Please, let them know I'll be along as soon as I may." A soft smile crossed her lips, for she greatly had missed the wit and strong presence of her twin and his faithful First Mate. "You've done well, lads. Get some rest, we've all earned it."

Robin turned her attnetion then to Corbyn, not interupting his account of their travels, but rather just slipping onto the bench beside him. She said little, but lended what support he presence might offer.

If no one else had noticed Ug's leavetaking, Robin had. She placed a hand on Corbyn's shoulder, met his gaze, and then glanced in Ug's retreating direction. Without a word, she rose and followed her 'elven' friend, for she did not like to see him seem to upset.

"Ug," she questioned with concern when she caught up with him, "What's the matter?" Ug had been one of the few steadfast friends she had had in Haven, one of the few who she felt was honest and whom she genuinly cared for. She had never forgotten that he had saved her life, and stood by her when no others had. For that, she would always be his friend.

*Anyone in the room with Corbyn will see Atrum's feature's go blank when he mentions Nuk's death and the circumstances followed by a lengthy list of obscenities screamed at the top of his lungs. Anyone anywhere near the room in the Inn would then hear*

So he could be anywhere and look like anything! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! All that work wasted!