Daebru woke in Baer's arms, he was being carried through the town Where's he taking me? When did I fall asleep? his brow furrowed at his foggy memory, "You are awake, that is good. Your eyes went dark and you passed out after a few choice words and said some things that did not truely make sense."

Daebru regarded the man suspiciously, "What sort of things?"

"I don't speak undercommon, so I was not able to make sense of what you said. You cursed my name for being too kind before that though," the big man gives an amused smile.

"I see..." Daebru looks out on the street they were walking down, many people smiling and nodding at them, No, at him. They know him and his kindness. He looks back up at Baer and decided to let his head rest on the man's shoulder for a bit. His voice lowered to a whisper, "What do you know of the killer in this area?"

Baer's step faltered slightly, "Gathering information and racing towards trouble," he shakes his head slightly as he weaves through people, "Timothy said you seemed to gravitate towards the worst kinds of trouble. Seems to me you seek it out something fierce. The killer is unknown, but there is a dragonborn that seems highly defensive of the killer's acts. Perhaps talking to him will aid your inquiry?"

Daebru nodded thanks at the information, "Perhaps. Do you know where I can find this dragonborn, or what his name is?"

"He and a few friends are staying at the Bronze Carrel, a literary building of sorts. I will not set foot in there, the people in there rather rub me the wrong way," a slight shiver went down the man's spine.

"How so? Surely you are not leery of knowledge?"

"Not knowledge, just ... certain types of people," Baer set Daebru down softly as he looked to a gathering crowd on the narrow street, "tck! Just what we need..."

Daebru, craning his head as he put his hand on Baer's chest to stop the man from moving forward, "A fight? Looks interesting."

"It's not interesting" the big man growled at him, "These two families have been fighting for generations. Always over mundane accounts, who got the last piece of bread, or whose colors are which. Idiotic squabbles at best!"

"You deem yourself worthy to interfere in relations between families?" Daebru raised an eyebrow looking up at Baer.

"I interfere to save bystanders and innocents from getting hurt!" he went to push Daebru out of the way, but the younger man ducked and spun around to stand in front of him.

Daebru regarded him a moment with curiosity, "Let me try something, if it bothers you so much."

"You? What could you possibly do against them?"

"You'll see" Daebru, smiling warmly, slipped between people in the crowd. He made his way under elbows and over canes to the two men in the middle of the crowd. Each had a dagger out and were circling one another. With most of the crowd's attention on the two men it had been easy for Daebru to rearrange some of his attire on the way in, not jingling from bells, and the flower petals were replaced by a long skirt, his hair undone from the braid and tousled lightly around his shoulders as he stepped out between the two men, "Dear gents," he smiled, raising a delicate hand towards each of them, "what, I dare ask, is the cause of this commotion that has my heart beating in agony?"

Both men stare at him open mouthed, "Mi'lady it's not safe..." someone in the crowd tried to pull Daebru back.

"Get yer hands off her!" one gent growled at the bystander that tried to remove Daebru, "This pretty is going to be mine! I won't have your filth ruining her!"

"Yours!?" the other man was yelling, "Who in their right mind would say she's here for you!"

"Gentleman," Daebru gave each a hard glare in turn, "I asked what your squabble is about, and you make assumptions that I am here to please you?" both men shifted a bit, "That makes me feel as if your fighting over nothing important, meaning you find no importance in me either" a well practiced tear rolled down his cheek.

"No.. that's we were .. um ... fighting about ..."

"Our house colors .. you see .. we are ... opposed families, and this .. crest and colors..."

"I see... so you fight over your personal honor in regards to your family then? That is much more worthy" Daebru gives a tender smile to each of them, "If I might see the Crest and colors, and have but a drop of each of your blood ... I could tell you clearly who is in the right."

The two men stare at each other, then at Daebru, "How?"

"An ancient ritual that has been passed down by seers and oracles within my family for a millenia, truth of the bloodlines, and purity of the heart," idiots, there's no such thing. I can simply pick one... He looks between the two men noting similarities between the two, or both. They look close enough that they could be brothers, so they probably have shared blood somewhere.

"I'll do it if Gregor does!" "I'll do it if Jeoffry does!" the two men speak in unison.

"Good! Lets go inside then. Where is the Crest and colors?" Both men point up the a bannister from which a familiar banner hangs Carmesi! "That's" he twitters out a light bit of laughter, "that's highly unfortunate, only Fetchlings are born to that house," the mens mouths opened and closed doing rather good impressions of goldfish, "I am very intimate with that house," he reaches up to touch his arm band which has a small badge of the house crest, his family's crest, upon it, "Where did you get this banner?"

"It's been in my family for generations" Jeoffry offered up as he stood straight putting the dagger away now.

"My family you mean!" Gregor growls but stands and puts his dagger away as well.

"Right... you just happen to both have a banner that claims you are of a very powerful family from the shadowfell," Daebru pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, "Here's what I'm going to assume of the two of you. This banner is not your house emblem, but a trophy. A trophy from a battle between your houses and the Carmesi house, your families together defeated the force that the Carmesi's sent and you took the banner. Over the years the reason for having it has been forgotten and now you're having petty squabbles when you fought together to gain this item."

Gregor shifted from foot to foot, "I could see that, both our families have skilled fighters and mages"

Jeoffry didn't look as impressed, "Perhaps, but if that is true .. than you would be our enemy, would you not?"

Daebru smiling kindly at him, shakes his head, "Not necessarily. I can't say what the battle was from this information alone, and I do not associate with my family. I've tried to rid myself of this crest a few times over the years ... but it is bound to me by blood, so if I lose it, it comes back whether I wish to be part of the family or not," he gave a light shrug, "and to that account I would implore you, and everyone here to not repeat anything that you have heard about the Carmesi family in regards to myself. I ... can compensate you for your silence in this regard if that is the only thing that will keep your lips sealed."

Baer came up and put his hands on Daebru's shoulders, "None will speak of you being here. We keep our secrets, and I'm sure that Jeoffry and Gregor are glad to not have to fight one another any longer over this squabble. Though I do not think this was how you intended this encounter to go, little one."

Daebru gives a light chuckles, "No," he looks up at the banner again, "no it wasn't," he catches an odd glance between Jeoffy and Gregor before the two men each pull something out of their satchels and hold out the items to Daebru, "What's this?"

"Our feud, is ended, though it was never really a feud to begin with," Jeoffry gives a wry smile, opening his hand to reveal a silver necklace with a pendant shaped like a crescent moon made of bloodstone, with a small moonstone threaded between the tips of the moon on the slenderest of silver threads as if suspended in the air.

"Indeed, Our families knew the history, but were ... spelled to quarrel until a Carmesi came to reveal the truth out loud to us," Gregor opened his hands then to reveal a circlet of silver adorned with small bloodstones and moonstones, the silver seemed to leaf around the gems in vicious thorn like grips.

"They're beautiful, but why are you handing them to me?"

"Perhaps, you are not ready for what they mean, but we were to return them to the Carmesi that stopped the fighting. Our families long ago made them to honor the Carmesi, but something happened to the family and we ended up fighting for no reason. I later found a prophecy of sorts about the Carmesi, that seemed to be our reason for fighting" Jeoffry looks to Gregor.

"He threw this prophecy scroll at me in one of our squabbles and we've tried to avoid each other, but it only made our fights when we did see each other more ... volatile. We do apologies," he looks out to the thinning crowd, "for all the damage we've caused."

Jeoffry steps closer to Daebru then, and holds the necklace up, "may I?" Daebru nods and Jeoffry fastens the necklace around the young man's neck.

"What was the prophecy?" Daebru asked as his fingers lightly went over the moon shape.

Gregor leaned in then to whisper to Daebru, "That our prince of darkness would return" he held the crown out to Daebru, "though you were never a prince in regards to ruling a kingdom, merely a playful title among friends. Though now you look more like a princess than a prince" the man gave a light chuckle as the circlet was lightly place on Daebru's head.

The vision faded as Daebru sat up in Baer's arms, he looks around a moment and sees the banner above his head, but no fighting men or crowd in the area was that just a dream? he reaches up to his neck, feeling a warm sensation against his chest as if a bloodstone should be there, but his hand finds nothing, "interesting dreams, little one?" Baer smiled down at him.

"Yes, quite interesting."

'Thank you for freeing us, my Prince' a voice on the wind comes to him echoed by another, 'Thank you...'

Daebru blinks away tears and buries his face against Baer's chest as the man carries him the rest of the way to The Bar.