Inara paused in her travels across her home on the outskirts of Rhy-Din, pickingup the copy of the Oracle that had been left laying about by one of the help. Sipping a hot mug of tea in the cool morning air of the Rhy-Din summer she dropped into the chair in her dinning room, setting the paper on the kitchen table as she read the front page, her hand coming to rest on her stomach as she read the first artical in the paper.

Slowly missgiving gave in to pure delight, Talomar Longden, presumed dead, what better news could the very pregnant woman get, this was the best gift ever. A bright smile crossed her lips as she read the whole artical, her drink being set down beside the paper as she quickly rose from the table and rushed to her patio doors to throw them open, inviting in the rising suns warmth for the first time in months. The monster was dead, dead at last.

A party, she would have to plan a party. Humming softly to herself she headed for the kitchen, the smile on her face wide enough to blot out any doute that the world haden't just righted itself.