We sat deep in one of the caves where we hid Ursala. A huge cave, deep into the very shield wall of the High Kanris. Massive rock thick and solid created a partial barrier itself in hiding us form the forces searching for us from within and without the Netherworld. All of us, encircling a warm fire burning pleasantly in the middle; myself, the fierce Mauk, the silent and thoughtful old Niscian, the blond twins, the blue and sandy brown Dragon twins of Hakim and Bellus and of course, the pale skinned Pearl Princess.
We all were discussing various plans on how to kidnap the Hahnoor novice from out of the hands of the Hartooth. None–except Ursala–were optimistic such a deed was even possible. All had pointed out the myriad of obstacles which would immediately rear their ugly heads the moment
