[i]Althalus[/i]

Things had been...hectic since he returned to the College, with an injured Mar in tow. After being held up at the infirmary, as Lidda and Sam insisted upon healing the wound he had, he tried to leave to find Alaira and thus Lyn. Much to his consternation, he learned that Alaira had been sent on a mission as well and Lyn hadn't been seen since. Leaving Mar to recover, since she was unconscious, Althalus began searching the College for his daughter. Luckily for the College, Uicle got to him before the assassin could begin panicking and doing something stupid like demanding Khan mobilize the entire population of the College to find Lyn. The Necromancer explained that Lyn was fine, currently sleeping in Alaria's arms, and yes she was on the mission with the elf, she had been left in Lucilia's care, and maybe the vampire had given her experimental elixirs before smuggling her on the trip with Ssarak, Meirin and all the rest and several very bad things had happened. Needless to say Althalus was, too put it lightly, pissed. Rather than letting Althalus go and try to kill Lucilia, Uicle managed to convince him to stay with Mar for when she awoke.

So Althalus was left sitting with Mar, worried about Lyn and his worries only increased when Mar awoke and did...nothing. His attempts to get her to speak were met with silence. 

That was how Alaira and Lyn found them, Althalus merely waiting for something to happen. His eyes glanced up at the sound of running feet coming towards him, and a pathetically relieved grin crossed his face as he saw Lyn moments before she collided into him. He hugged her tightly. [color=00aeef]"Oh by the Gods I'm so glad you're okay, you maniacal gardener."[/color] It took a few moments before he let go of her enough to let her gesture towards Mar.

After Alaira answered he added a, what he hoped was soothing, small lie. [color=00aeef]"She's just tired. We had a very...trying past few days. She'll be okay in a bit, I promise."[/color] He let go of Lyn only reluctantly as Alaira put her beside Mar. The elf sat down and seemed to be getting ready to speak, when she saw his hand. Before could make a sheepish excuse, she had grabbed it and was examining it. [color=00aeef]"Ow, still tender, still tender!"[/color] Althalus said, managing to free his stump from the Alaria's grasp. [color=00aeef]"I can't give you either. I never got the first, and Grey reduced the latter into a fine paste."[/color] Althalus shuddered, both at the memory of Hunger's face and what Grey had done to her. Then of course, things got even worse. 

Tyrael arrived and the human only smiled tiredly at his words. [color=00aeef]"Hand. I only have one."[/color] He held up his stump for example, just as Alaira got defensive. Before things could get any worse, Althalus intervened. [color=00aeef]"[i]Enough.[/i]"[/color] He spoke sharply, his tone brooking no argument despite the fact that the both of them could easily kill him, especially now.

 [color=00aeef]"Alaira, I know you don't like Tyrael. I'm sure the feeling's mutual. But, you have to accept that Lyn loves him as much as she loves all of us. Like it or not, she considers him an Uncle and you getting in a fight with her Uncle would not have a good effect on her. Mar is sure that Tyrael cares about her, and that is good enough for me. While he may not give a single fu-," [/color]Althalus hastily corrected his language before Lyn could pickup on the word, [color=00aeef]"-care about [i]my[/i] well being he cared enough about Mar to prevent her from being killed in her village, brought her here to the College, and then kept her from being banished. Tyrael, yes my hand is gone, no you can't do anything involving demons to get it back. Be nice to Alaira, she's just as protective of you are but it's directed at everything outside of her and us rather than everything outside of you and us."[/color] He smiled slightly at the berserker, before continuing. 

[color=00aeef]"Now. Both of you [i]will[/i] respect each other's protectiveness of Mar and Lyn, both of you [i]will not[/i] get in a fight in front of my daughter, and both of you [i]will[/i] play nice with each other. Besides, you have better targets than each other to take your anger out on."[/color] He shifted his gaze solely to Alaira. [color=00aeef]"I know that you left Lyn with Lucilia. I know that she was smuggled onto your caravan mission with Lucilia's help. I know what happened on the mission. I don't blame you for anything that happened or nearly happened to Lyn Alaira. I know you would rather kill yourself than harm her, so don't start with anything approaching an apology or whatever you were planning before you saw my stump."[/color] Althalus continued, not giving the elf time to interject. 

[color=00aeef]"I suspect Lyn wants to deliver her flower,"[/color] He smiled at his daughter, the flower still held tightly by her, [color=00aeef]"to Lucilia as promised. I can't leave Mar and I don't trust myself not to do something stupid when if I meet Lucilia in the next several years or so, so I would like you both to escort Lyn too Lucilia's office. Have Lyn give Lucilia her flower, and then inform Mrs. Rovias that if she ever goes near my daughter again, I will kill her. Likely with both of you helping. I want both of you to go because Tyrael has enough power to ensure Lucilia doesn't try anything, and I think you would like to have a few choice words with her yourself Alaira. On the way there, you can both start working on how you're going to play nice when you hate each other's guts."[/color]

He looked up expectantly at the both of them. [color=00aeef]"Any questions?"[/color]