[Mizeria]

Asui stammered trying to understand all that was happening. This man knew her.
"M-my Father? He's... dead. I was given a list of people to contact. That would help me..."

"By the Gods..." He removed his glasses cleaning them on his shirt. Worry flashed in deep in his eyes. "So they finally couldn't save you from your fate. Mind it girl for what it is. They loved you like true parents, but they always knew this day would come. They always feared you wouldn't make it to me in time. I'm honestly surprised you have..." He ran his fingers absentmindedly through his graying hair. Placing his glasses back on his face he moved to the window. "Were you alone?"

"N-no Sir. Someone's been helping me. I saved his life. He owes me in kind and says he will do anything to repay his debt.... Why?" She said trying to get her wits about her as she spoke.

" A DARK ELF?!" He voice crept higher and high as he saw the man in the distance. "You've been getting help from one of THEM?"

"The Queen is after him. He's no longer under her rule. I saved him from her men... Like I said. He owes me." She didn't want anyone to think Thalion was the one to worry about here. The one to worry about was The Queen, and her men. Her REAL men.

"You can't TRUST them. ANY of them. This is bad. Really REALLY bad." He spoke as he started pacing back and forth "I can't help you... if you insist on him coming along.. or following or whatever you think is going to happen. I will not trust him."

"Mr. Ciele... Please. He's on our side. How do I prove this to you?"

"You can't. He is a dark elf." He sighed looking at her

"So you would do what their kind has done? Just because he LOOKS different its wrong. He HAS to be evil... and against us. Just because he doesn't have our looks he has to work for the queen?"

Ciele was silent for quite some time just staring at her. She seemed like such a frail thing. Tiny and shaking from all the stress she had been under. He had missed it. The thing that defined this girl. Her heart. The truth that burned in her eyes and her words. He was no better then The Queens' men.

"Mr. Ciele... Please." She begged once more.

"Child you are a treasure. Something that will change this word for the better I have to believe. Your words are sound. I've been no better than The Queens' men. I beg your forgiveness. I will meet your friend, and maybe call him my own. I will not trust him. I can not give you that, but I must help you. As I have sworn to your father, and on his grave I will do my most to help you get to your rightful place." He started around his home picking up this and that as he went. " Will he be wanting to come in?" He stopped looking at the door.