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Message: <blockquote data-quote="HolyMan" data-source="post: 5608299" data-attributes="member: 84167">With a look of wonder at the group Tharivol looks a little dismayed as introductions are made. He comes out of his slight shock when Ern calls out to Tira and the young half-elven woman (who hasn't moved a muscle since Tharivol stepped into the room) replies, "I... I'm not sure what this is." "Well if this is what passes for a prison I'm sorry I spent so much time trying not to get caught," Aver laughs as he too explores the circular room. Letting go of Trinham's hand Tharivol nods to a table where a silver cistern and cups can be seen. "There is some fruit and wine there please help yourself." he says staring at Tira across the room as he speaks. The girl looks at the floor and Tharivol takes an involuntary step towards her before gathering his wits and shaking his head and blinking."What?... What did you say about saving me, Jareth?" he says turning to the man who was his student not so long ago. "I am not a captive in the sense you may believe. Oh I can not leave that much is true, but I have chosen to die to protect the Nandirly.""What!?" Tira cries out leaping towards the two men. "But the charges and your trial? You are accused of passing on elven secrets to a non-elf, to Jareth.""But I myself am a non-elf so their laws have no hold over me. A loop hole that the elders found most irritating. And the Treylor ambassador did not accept." he looks gravely at Jareth. "You should not have come here you should be with your mother and your sisters, they need you more than me. Why didn't you go to them? Why didn't...""Tharivol!" Tira says stepping between Jareth and his former teacher. "Why is there to be a trial and why do you act as if you have already been found guilty."Taking Tira's hands in his own the half-elf lets out a small sigh. "Because I have already been found guilty but not of the crimes I am accused of. They are a reason for the people to hear. A reason they can understand. I am to be executed for being born a half-elf. My death will prevent the invasion of the Treylor into The Five Kingdoms. My death will stop the Treylor from coming here and killing all the Nandirly for what they call their perverse tainting of true elven blood."Tears fill Tira's eyes and Tharivol kisses her hands whispering, "I'm sorry." "But why... I mean how do the Treylor even know about you? How could they." Tira asks dropping her hands and hugging herself."I... I don't know," Tharivol says obviously lying. He looks to Jareth for help but Tira cheeks tear streaked and resolve filling her features speaks up."You mean..." she looks into his eyes and it dons on her what is happening. "No, no, no..."Taking Tira into his arms he holds her tight. He looks over her red curls at Jareth.  "The Treylor learned of what transpired between your father and Tira's mother. They didn't know, they can't know! That I wasn't the child born of that union. As far as the Treylor are concerned there is but one half-elf in the world and 'the abomination' as they call it is about to be put to death.""Gwaff!" Aver snorts from the table a cup of wine in hand. "One half-elf in the world my right..., um" he stops looking at the women in the room. "I have sired seven or is that eight now?" he shrugs, "half-bastards this decade alone. Lost count about twenty years ago, human women are so, so...um." he looks into his cup."My oldest boy he lives not to far from Harkon. In a little village called Rem." </blockquote>

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