Mogriil walked up the cobble paved pathway to the house of Fleetian Wolf. More importantly the residence of Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor, Fleet's daughter. He shifted his worn pack, and made sure he'd gotten the last of the blood, and Mage ashes off of his armor. Killing mages for hire was a nasty business. He was well geared for it, but the after effects and trinkets left on ones body when a mage is incinerated by their own magic dusted all viewers with ash.

Reaching the door step, he knocked on the door several times.

"I'll get it!" was heard shouted through the house. Mogriil grinned. He knew that voice. How could he not. He was a body guard for Myrlene for 2 months before a nasty fight with her made him resign. Now though, he was a friend to her, and hopefully, he would be more to her soon.

The door swung open and a 3 foot, winged vision of beauty jumped and wrapped herself around him. He took a step back for balance and grinned. "Miss me much?"

Myrlene nodded, red hair bobbing with her head. Mogriil grinned more. "I am still alive Lene. Got a good paycheck too, and I have a gift or two for you."

"Really? You're so nice Mog." She climbed off of him and raced back inside shouting who was home.

Mog rubbed the back of his neck and rolled his yellow eyes. He stepped on inside and sat his pack on the floor of the cozy home the Wolf-Spiritors had. Ammy walked into the living room at the sound of all the commotion. Her emerald eyes fixed on Mogriil for a moment and she approached him, arms crossed over her chest.

"Have fun killing magic users for a month Mogriil?" Her tone held a slight edge of contempt, but it was softened a little with a hint of understanding.

"It is never fun killing someone Ammy Spiritor. But the pay is good. I need the money." Mogs reply was casual, emotionless, tactical.

Ammy just nodded as Myrlene bounced back into the room. Mog looked at his girl and noted the metal cast on her right leg. Injured again? My Lupis, this girl is going to fall apart before she knows a guy.

"What happened to you?" he motioned to Myrlene's leg cast.

"Oh, nothing. Just a Jedi duel with mom that turned explosive. My right leg broke in the same spot where I broke it when I was 3. The cast is working fine. I went 6 duels last night with Iimii Faan and it didn't buckle till after." Myrlene flipped a red lock of hair from her gray eyes.

Mog quirked an eyebrow at her hearing that. "Ever occur to you to ease up on the dueling when hurt?"

"Best of luck working that common sense into her Mogriil. Now make yourself at home. Dinner will be ready soon." Ammy pointed out then turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Mog nodded and headed for the couch and took a seat. He patted his lap and Myrlene more than obliged. She sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You got a new jade mask. What happened to being proud of who you are Mog?" Myrlene asked inquisitively.

"Lene, some of my employers don't want to see the scars. So I hide them again. But now that I am with you, I can be myself." he took off the jade mask and smiled at her, burns and all.

"That's the brave and handsome Mog I know." she hugged him and rested her head on his chest.

The front door opened and the whirs of joints tipped Mog off as to who was here. Fleet was home. Mog held Lene, and waited for the Alphrans of the house to come into the living room.

Fleet entered, his nose already picking out that burnt smell Mogriil always had. "Ah, your back already. How fares the war?"

"It fares well. I only killed one mage out of a group of 10. The other 9 got the hint and surrendered peacefully. How do you fare Alphrans Mentroa?" Mog asked being polite to the man he would be asking to take his daughter from.

"I have fared better in my younger years. I have an old heart and a pace maker now. Anya and Fen are working on new hearts for me. Fleet took a seat on a comfy recliner and looked at Lene and Mog. He raised an eyebrow. "I thought you two were still at odds with each other? I guess not." he chuckled.

Mog nodded and Lene just grinned. "We are past that Alphrans Mentroa. In fact, I was hoping to ask..." Mog went silent seeing Fleet raise a paw to stop him.

"That will be a discussion for a later time Mogriil For now, enjoy being back in Lene's arms." Fleet said casually. His old faded blues held a spark in them. He knew what Mog was going to ask and honestly, after everything that has happened and the sacrifice he made, he wasn't sure he wanted to hear the question.

Lene came home late last night from her night time wandering. Fleet and Ammy were up as usual waiting for her to come home. Her midnight forays had them worried.

Lene dropped her pack on the floor of the small den and headed for the couch where mom and dad were sitting watching her, waiting for an explanation for being out till 4 am. Lene was ready to explain then saw Mogriil sitting quietly off to the side. He was just smiling.

"Good new Lene. I have permission to court you." Mog beamed.

Lene swallowed hard hearing that. Great, her plan just got harder. "Good to hear love." she said keeping the strain in her voice to a minimum.

Ammy fixed her daughter with an emerald gaze. Momdar was going crazy. "Lene, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Lene replied quickly moving to the kitchen to get herself something to drink.

It was Fleets turn to ask. "You're gone a lot. What are you up to, and I don't mean your new job. I know Aja wouldn't keep you out past midnight working." his voice was seasoned with skepticism.

Lene came back into the Den and went to sit by Mogriil instead of her original plan of sitting with mom and dad. She took several sips of soda and looked at all of them.

"I have been out late training under the command of Sith Lord Exar Kuhn. He's dead, but his knowledge will help me fend off this Sith Kohn creep." her voice was a little shaky from just spurting that out.

Ammy just nodded silently. She knew that fact already and was not happy with it, but Lene had asked her not to meddle. And as a mother who wanted a strong daughter, she listened. Fleet though, had a small wrinkle starting on his muzzle threatening to erupt into a full snarl.

"So you got to the dark side to fight a dark side opponent. Did I not teach you better? You stick to your beliefs and they will guide you." His voice held a note of strained controlled.

"Father, you did teach me to hold to my beliefs. To use my judgment. This is what I am doing. I am given to the dark side, but Lord Kuhn has given me the tools to deal with my raging emotions far better that Master Pallin. Balance only works so far. And Aja has been helping me too." Lene defended her choice with sternness.

"But Lene, Sith can not be trusted regardless the cause or need." Ammy spoke up with concern.

"Sometimes rash action is needed mom. I just want to know how this Sith Assassin works so I can avoid him. I am not looking to kill him just yet. I want to be a normal girl with a normal life, and I want to talk to you all about something." she sipped more soda to give herself a moment to summon up some more courage.

Mogriil just put an arm around Lene and hugged her. He didn't let go either, just kept holding her. Lene took that silent show of support for her as a sign to continue.

"Aja has become quite concerned about me and what is going on lately in my life. I told her I felt that living here, in the Den puts me in the spotlight of living up to you and mom's reputations. When I miss up, it's even worse. So Aja offered me a room at her place in Arcadia so I can work easier and not travel as much. It'll also give me the chance to get away from all of this!" she raised her paws to encompass the Den as a whole.

Ammy and Fleet looked at each other for a moment. They were both quiet for a long moment. Mogriil leaned in close to Lene.

"If getting out and away to find yourself is what you need love, then go. I will not hold it against you. This place does put high demand on you and I don't want to see you cave from the weight of expectation." he whispered to Lene then kissed her.

Lene looked into Mog's yellow eyes for a moment. "Will you go find someone else who is more mature than me to make you happy? I am just a kid and I don't want you to wait for me if someone else is better for you." she whispered back.

Mog shook his head gently. "Lene, courting is not instant. I too am not that mature. I have my wrongs to right here in the Den with Street. I can wait, and we can still be together when your in town. For now, we just travel our own roads to find ourselves." he smiled and kissed Lene even longer now.

Fleet coughed after the kiss went on for a few minutes. "It is quite plain to see Lene, that you've grown up a good deal while we all were busy. To say no or to try to keep you from going to Arcadia would only show we have not grown to trust you. We have though you seemed to earn it in the most unusual and dangerous way. You have my blessing to go to Arcadia. Just don't drive Aja insane."

Lene just smiled hearing she had permission. Ammy opened her arms for Lene to give her a hug.

"I want a reminder of my little girl before she disappears out of my life too much." Ammy said almost crying hugging Lene. I still can't believe I had a kid. You're childhood vanished so quickly. Don't be a stranger okay? If you need advice from me or just to say hi, hell to come by and eat, see me in my lab. And I'll have my phone if you need to call, and let me know where to send you things..." Ammy was crying now.

Lene hugged mom tightly for a bit. "Mom, relax. I am just down the coast. I'll be coming to town to do things and visit I promise."

Ammy just nodded and let go of Lene. Lene stood, waved Mog to follow her, and into her room they both went. She closed the door and spent the rest of the night with him and getting things packed. She was one who put things into action quickly.

Ammy and Fleet just sat on the couch, Fleet holding a crying Ammy and soothing her. "She's a big girl hon. Got to let her have some room. We still have each other you know, and well, maybe, somehow, we can have another kid if the house gets too lonely."

Dear Mog,

I must say, life in Arcadia has been different. The office Aja put me in charge of was a complete mess. I've been buried under papers twice now. Aja is very nice. She's a bit bouncy for an adult, but I suspect it's the Pixie Sticks we keep trying to hide from her. Her fiance Tru has some really tasty BBQ.

I did find an antique store in Arcadia. The shop keeper gave me a silver frame to put you guy's pictures in them. I never got his name and haven't been by again yet. The sad part is I realized that I don't have any current pictures of you, mom, or dad. Could you do me a big favor, love, and get a nice group photo of the three of you?

I can understand mom being moody. I am not home anymore and that has most likely caused the moodiness. I did stop by the Den for a little bit. She has her alchemy shop stocked now. Maybe going into business will help snap her out of it. I am sure you can relate to her as you both are used to fighting wars, and now in peacetime, are going nuts.

I need to end this letter quick so I can catch this thing called a mail truck. Miss you lots and will be waiting to hear back from you.

Your Crazed Pirate Hunting Girl,
Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor