*Sometime in 5105*

It was in his nature to approach with humility but his demeanor now might even border on timid perhaps even fearful. After a lifetime of service and the multitude of times entering somewhere unheard, there was so much effort extended now into being respectful and quiet, almost silent. The study was darker than it should have been, a symptom of the prompt dismissal of any who dare to enter. The concentration of light was focused on a heavy wood desk. The silhouette of a fragile female elf leaned against the edge of the tabletop focused on what lay beneath.

Without looking up from the map that she so intently studied, her voice questioned with a tiredness she either couldn't manage to hide or no longer cared to, "what?"

The recent intruder offered in a gentle tone, "can I get you something? When was the last time you accepted a meal?"

Though her fist tightened her tone did not change as she repeated, "what is it?"

There was no getting around what had to be said and it felt like even a sigh of exasperation would be a wasted breath. He mustered all of the courage and strength that he had gained from being in the employ of such an infamous creature and explained, "The bank will loan no more on your credit and your accounts are exhausted. Perhaps it is time to consider calling off the expedition."

Finally, the female elf lifted her face and settled her heavy purple-toned gaze upon her servant. Her demeanor was neither cold nor angry, she spoke evenly almost as a matter of fact, "then levy the estates, the vineyard, the lake house, sell the galleon. Clean out every closet, every jewelry box, anything of value that is remotely in my possession."

As her servant opened his mouth in what was sure to be a cautious protest she cut him off and made her intent clear once again. "The only conclusion to this endeavor is finding Eryael Ladrinyth alive."