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Leyal and Crut teleported to the Palace. "You." He pointed to an aid the looked well over stuffed. "Please take my things to the Treetop, they'll know which room to pick."
"Yes lord Calavas." He bowed and then took Leyal's bag.
"Come dear we have little time." He took her hand and placed it on top of his. Making haste. He saw Krits leaning up against the wall outside Nostros' room. "What happened."
"His hear stopped." he was in a bit of shock. "She uh.... was able to start it again."
Crut's face became morbid. "Is he sleeping?" he felt his blood begin to pump hard again and his muscles bulge.
"Yes." Krits looked at Leyal. "You comfort your soon to be husband, he needs to keep calm. Nostros means lot to him. Crut's father died doing what the King is doing now. I thought you should know."