Kief Kyr walked into the library with an almost casual step. His eyes rested on Omen for a brief moment but continued their darting examination of every detail and object in the room almost immediately.
"Captain," he greeted absently. The half-elf was constantly moving, his head and eyes scanned around the room, his gaze never stayed focused on any one thing for more than a moment or two, and his feet were continuously moving and changing positions. He looked like a bird waiting for the ship's cat to appear any minute. His hands clutched and twitched at his sides.
Abruptly and without warning a dagger appeared in Kief's hand, the point touching Omen's throat.
"What did we just talk about?" he asked in a quiet, menacing voice. His wrinkled emerald green eyes suddenly locked disconcertingly with his old friend's.
"That was weeks ago," Omen replied amiably, not flinching for a second.
"Ha!" the half-elf replied, "you should know better than that my friend. What did we last talk about!"
"We talked about Ghea among other things. And the Undercity," Omen replied.
Kief nodded, stroking his scruffy white beard with his free hand. "Yeah, that was me alright," he said oddly with a hint of sadness in his voice. The dagger vanished as quickly as it had appeared. "So I have not been through here since then?" he asked.
"No Kief, you have not."
The half-elf sighed and dropped into a chair opposite Omen. "Then I've lost the trail again," he said simply.
"Trail?" Omen asked.
"Omar," Kief replied, "the stupid dog is following the wrong me!" He sighed again. Then brightened immediately, "I saw Durran three times since I left you last," he went on conversationally as though nothing unusual had just happened, "though one of them had blue skin!" Kief laughed lightly and shook his head in amusement.
"Durran did have blue skin," Omen reminded his friend.
"Did he? Well that explains a lot." Kief munched absently at a red apple from the fruit bowl in the middle of the table and the two men sat in companionable silence for several minutes.
"Have you seen her again?" Omen finally asked tentatively.
Kief raised an eyebrow quizzically though they both knew fully well who the captain referred to. "No," he finally answered. His voice held a mixture of longing, fear and relief. A few moments later and the half-elf tossed back his long white hair and pushed himself away from the table. "I can't sit here all day," he announced angrily and marched back out of the door he had come through without another word.
