That night...

They shared the same bed at that point...there would be no more secrets between the two of them. He preferred it that way...to have his companion by his side anyway.

Thoughts swelled in his mind as he held her in his arms. There was a matter that he'd been considering for a time, as his hand twirled her long, blonde hair gently. The room smelled of her lilac perfume and their physical union.

Somehow, Illsandra knew something troubled him. She looked at him carefully. "What is it my lord?" She asked.

Nosdyn nodded. "I been thinking on this for a long time now. I just...wanted to make sure of it. But there is a question I had for you. How do your people...union...I mean marry is that not the Human word for it? Somehow, my people's ways seem not proper for what I want." Nosdyn said, he was trying to be as honest as he knew how to.

She smiled softly at what she was hearing. "My...our people...we stand before a Patron Deity in a temple. A High Priest will tie the ribbon around our hands in union. We recite some words, vows I think Humans call them. Not terribly complex a ritual my lord. Why do you ask?" She wondered out loud.

"Illsandra..." It was difficult for him to express how he truly felt for her. "I wish to marry you." He said it as plainly as he could...not wanting to botch up that one small moment, that one small...union he wanted for himself.

It was right then, and only then that Illsandra truly understood what their union would mean for both of their people. There in her arms, lay her Demon, her exiled son of the Tular Plains. He belonged to her, and her to him. She remembered another night, another lesson when he was trying to instruct her of his peoples ways. He remembered the name of his Father. "Nosdyn Krotar." She began. "Son of Tharak." She was trying to remember everything he had taught her. "I accept your proposal." She said calmly and kissed him quite deeply.

They would both sleep soundly that night.

***

The next day...

Morning came. They both roused at the other presence in the room. One of The Undead acolytes was observing them sleep for a bit before bothering them with the message that he had.

Nosdyn awoke first, he saw the fellow before them, standing by the door. "What is it?" Nosdyn asked.

"My lord." The acolyte said calmly. "There is a Messenger here to speak to you. They are waiting for you in your office."

Nosdyn immediately slid out of bed, and woke up Illsandra in the process.

No secrets between them...ever.

A short while later, the two entered Nosdyn's office. The Messenger was indeed there dressed in fancy aristocrat's attire. Nosdyn knew the fellow was a Dark Elf by the man's dark blue skin alone. The Messenger, was surprisingly polite as he saw Nosdyn and his mate arrive.

"Ah, Lord Nosdyn." The fellow had a thick accent that was actually not Ettermire based.

Nosdyn, immediately on his guard looked at the man very carefully, already he was sizing the man up. Characteristics, mannerisms, weaknesses he could exploit. "I am here, what is it you want?" Nosdyn asked. His Father's precepts entered his mind once more, for Nosdyn it was not just mere word. It was a code of conduct. Nosdyn narrowed his eyes very carefully.

"Given your recent activities here in Ettermire. I have come across information that you are going to want." The man said. Clearly, some sort of an information broker.

No marks, no signets. This one is careful, what's his angle...? Nosdyn was no fool. He knew their way of life would attract the attention of...other sources other parties. "What is it that you're offering? What do you want in exchange?"

***

He heard the broker out. The man claimed to know the location of one of N'Jal's sleeper agents. But that revelation did not sit well with him. Nothing is ever this simple. He is after something else...there is something I am not seeing. Nosdyn looked at the man and pondered the man's proposition. He already had his answer though, the broker was not going to like it. "...No." Nosdyn suddenly said. After a couple of hours thought. The gathered acolytes, the broker and everyone except for Illsandra was shocked. She understood why the Demon would have said no.

"....Come again?" The broker asked.

"It lacks honour." The Demon suddenly said. "You should have done more research on what type of organization I am leading. What type of rules we operate under." Nosdyn looked at the man and narrowed his eyes very carefully. Illsandra knew that expression...Nosdyn was in deadly mode at that point. "Your offer is appreciated but not needed. We are not interested."

"You are going to regret that." The broker suddenly said.

Nosdyn gestured towards one of his acolytes, the man got his meaning and suddenly the broker got physically grabbed by another present acolyte.

Nosdyn walked very slowly towards the man. "Threaten me again, in my own house. I beg of you." Nosdyn suddenly said.

The Broker suddenly realized what it was he was dealing with. The man shook his head apologetically. "My lord, forgive me forgive me."

Nosdyn looked at his companions. "Escort this man outside of my house and make it incredibly clear that we are not interested in anything him and his people are offering."

A few moments later, Illsandra walked up to him. "You are angry." She suddenly said to him, very quietly.

He nodded. "Yes. These aristocrat types...lack honour." Nosdyn responded. He turned towards and placed his hand on her shoulder, gently. "It will be all right we have to be very careful who we deal with and who we do not deal with that's all."

She nodded and looked at him. "My lord when the time comes I will see about that other matter." She said quietly and they kissed deeply.

Somehow in emotionally elevated states, more hunger, more romance was involved.