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"A mouthful to say." Iekka softly smiled, letting her blade slip back into her sheath. "It is nice to see another of elven kin in these lands."

Damien slowly nods. "It is, indeed."
He gestures towards the bandages.
"You seem to have found trouble, or trouble did find you."

Iekka remembers what San had told her and takes in a slight breath.

'Let out a word of what he told me to do and I loose my life... I would prefer to keep it today, though I hate to lie to my brethern...'

"A bad encounter you could say." She said softly.

Damien nods."It seems to be. Things do come, as they come. Have your wounds been treated ?"

Iekka was almost in shock from the elves inquiry, almost unable to hide her emotions, she let her calm smile fade back.

"As well as I can treat them they have been." She replied as she felt the sting of the axe wound on her side.

Damien looks at her, then shakes his head, raising his wand. He points at a fallen tree.

"Take a seat, this WILL hurt a bit."

The wand tip as well as the free hand both seem to glow softly, as Damien moves his hand in circular patterns over the bandages.

"As far as i can see, you have met an axe blade. As it seems, the one swinging it was no dwarf, since the cut was made from aside, not from below... a roughly made weapon with marks on it. You have obviously met an orc."

Damien nods, and takes out a piece of leather, handing it over to Iekka.

"Their manners can be... strange. But it could help if you would now bite on this. If you have already cleaned the wound, we don't need to remove the bandage, if not, we should do so before. If you don't want to either cut it open afterwards, or don't mind bearing huge scars, that is..."

"Its only been washed out with salt water..." She said to him, taking the piece of leather.

'He's good...' She thought looking into his eyes.

"Salt-Water ? This is good. It will not leave a scar."
Damien starts mumbling words, and again moves his hand in circular patterns. Suddenly, a small, red beam emits from the mage's hand, hitting the woman, seemingly being absorbed by the person.

A few moments later, the light stops.
"You should now get something to eat. Your body will heal very quickly, but it always has a price. You can take off these bandages in ten minutes, but... eat something."
He nods.
"I now have to walk on. Stand up as soon as you feel strong enough."

Iekka nods then tries to stand, getting to her feet before she felt slightly dizzy and sitting back down.

"Thank you friend." She said softly. "Would I be so luckey as to get a name?"

Damien, already on his way, walks on without turning around.
"My name in these parts shall be Damien."
He quickly vanishes between the bushes.

San sits in his big chair, facing his bookshelves waiting for Damien to come, or Iekka to return.

Iekka walks through the woods, feeling much better now that her wounds no longer iched at her, she had removed the wrappings around them and was pleased to see that they were no more.

'I guess I should get back to Sean some time before the sun goes down... ugh, back to him. Probably he will ask me to cook again, but he has nothing...' She drew her scimitar from its sheath and looked around through the trees that sorrounded her.

"Ah, why not?" She said out-loud. "Get some meat and maybe he will give up with trying to bite me...eugh..." She started through the woods looking for some fresh meat, her strides silent and her image shrouded in the shadows left by the dense trees, she sheathed her blade to draw her two throwing knives from her dark green leather gauntlets.

A deer stepped softly out to drink from a stream, its eyes scanning the nearby woods for any sign of danger before gently lowering its head to drink from the softly flowing waters. Its beautiful tan coat shining in the beads of sun that danced across its back. A few birds sung in the branches just above the water, fluttering after one another. Under the surface of the sparkling stream trout swam side by side, glowing gold from the suns beams.

Iekka took one step over a fallen branch and lowered herself into a crouch, admiring the sirenity of the sceen before her. She sighed with a smile watching the dear with her bright green eyes. Her daggers lightly grasped in her hands.

The deer rose its head, looking strait ahead, its ears twitching around trying to catch a noise that it heard.

Iekka eyes shifted slightly watching it, raising her daggers slightly, her movements as stealthy as that of a preadatory cat, taking in everything around her.

An explosion of wings could be heard as the many birds dashed off into sorounding trees and up through their branches into the bright blue sky above and the trout broke thorugh the waters to find hiding under the ledges of large rocks as the light red of blood drained through the water from the neck wound on the deer, now laying in the stream, its head being gently swept back from the current.

Iekka walked from the cover of the shadows and many branches as she approached the dead dear, removing her dagger from its neck and washing it off in the stream before sheathing both of them once more in her gauntlets.

She picked up the unfortunate beast by its legs and heaved it up onto her shoulders, swaying slightly from its weight before gaining her balance and starting to head back to the beach house to face San once more.

In the meantime, Damien arrives at the house, and knocks on the door.

"Its open!" San calls over his shoulder from the chair

Damien pushes the door open, and looks inside.

San turns to see whose come, starting to speak as he does so

"Wha-" He sees damien "Elder!" He stands up quickly, trying to brush his hair back with his hands, and somehow trips and stumbles across the room towards the door

Damien takes two steps inside.
"Your message sounded like trouble."
He looks around.
"I must say, it is quite tidy here..."
Damien notices the flowers standing on the table and raises an eyebrow, pointing at the flowers.
"If that was not your mother paying a visit, when will the marriage be likely to happen ?"

Marriage.....the very word stung his mind like a tailors needle

"Marriage? Hmm....Well I certainly hope not."

"Too bad.Another missed opportunity for good cake."
Damien grins for a short moment.
"Although humans always tend to use by far too much sugar in their cakes - well, if not concerning actual circumstances depending on female actions or reactions, you had a problem ?"

"....a problem involving a female, to be precise."

"Ah..."
Damien again points at the flowers.
"What exactly is this problem ? Did she threaten to tidy up your home, or is SHE thinking about marriage ?"
Damien manages keep a totally sane facial expression.

San nearly falls over

"No...I told her to clean my house...and marriage...marriage? ....you have to be nuts...me...marriage.."

Damien raises an eyebrow.
"Concerning the fact that i wanted to express the situation that you, Sean, have the problem that a female is, uhm, "Hunting" you-"
Damien now really grins - "... and you took this joke of mine so extraordinary serious, i might start to really guess that you might be thinking about doing that very thing..."
Damien smirks, then suddenly switches to being serious again.
"It is interesting that you can loose your balance on such a simple theme. You should consider meditations. Now, what exactly is the problem ?"

San eyes widen, then he raises both brows, before replying

"She is....I hired her to be...assistence...yet, I find myself actually starting to care. I am not a husband, I am the employer, she is the worker, she.." He pauses trying to choose the right words "...She does as shes told, gets paid, goes on her way. At least, thats how it should go"

Damien raises an eyebrow.
"Hmmh.. sounds serious. Have you tried meditations, or alcohol yet ?"