Ealadra looked troubled as she lay in bed with her Demon lover. She gently toucfhed the side of his face. "Do you need to see Kalestiya?" She asked.

He thought about it for a moment. "...No." He said. "I think what ails me is deeper than her healing arts."

"What do you think it is my lord?" She asked.

He sighed. "I've done things in the name of a vengeful Thayne." He paused and looked at her. "Things I'm not proud of. I have hoped that it would not have come to this. I think I am cursed by the mark of N'Jal." He explained for a long moment. "I am not certain all that this entails."

She listened to him carefully and nodded. "My lord perhaps with us you'll find a new path to walk. Away from N'Jal's iron grip." She paused for a moment. "I think I know what can at least set you on the right path." She lay skyclad next to him how he liked it. She stood up for a moment. "Children please come forth." She decreed.

Four small halfbreed children ran into the room. Eager to see their father. They jumped on him and hugged their father tightly.

Danoth was the oldest of the four children he looked at his father's eyes. He also had blue skin. "Father. Get dressed." He said playfully. He had much of the Dark Elf traditions within him.

Lord Nosdyn's children were all raised in the traditional upbriniging of the Dark Elves. Nosdyn saw to that. He wanted them free of Demon upbringing. Nosdyn put on a simple night robe and tied it closely to himself. He kissed his lover, Ealadra deeply. "Thank you." He began. "Children how about a lesson today." Nosdyn said calmly and began to instruct them in the Dark Elf school system of which he was intimately familiar. Once he had been one of the children of Ettermire, he would be one again. He fully accepted their entire culture as he sat there with his family instructing them carefully.