[center][i]Kel, Marvis Astorian's Manor[/i][/center]

	"Grandfather said a great many things, his words don't concern me," Marvis grunted, "But if what you're telling me holds any ground, then it warrants further investigation, at the very least. Still, I have no authority to move Kel's forces of my own volition. Not without attracting the ever present glares of my peers. Unless the high chancellor were to order it, your efforts would be in vain." The middle-aged Eldi cleared his throat. What he said was true. Even while holding the second highest rank in all of Kel's government, Chancellor Astorian had no more authority than a mouthy politician. For him to go to the public for help would likely end in disaster as well. With how on-edge things have been for the past decade, and how [i]tyrannical[/i] the government had become, moving as a single machine was almost impossible. It was a matter of [i]listening[/i] to those who held the power.

	Unfortunately for Marvis, and the rest of the Nation, Titles held very little power when contrasted with malignant desires.

	"If I'm to be honest, Cousin, you're addressing a power that has long since lost hold of the reins on Kel. It should be no secret to the politically learned, that corruption runs deeply enough through our nation to taint its very principals." Marvis stopped himself. "You'd be better off finding help elsewhere."

[center]Kel, Underworld; The Whispering Cove[/center]

	Finnick's hands froze and the counter top went silent. The little old man slowly looked up at vetch with a wry little smile and set his bobble aside. "M'lady never fails to disappoint!" Without another moment of delay, Finnick hobbled towards his back room and rummaged through one of the slightly more... Organized piles of junk behind his counter. A puff of smoke erupted from the crevice he reached into, coating his face with a black substance, but he was able to pull the requested item out of the nook without much trouble.

	"I hope yeh' don' mind a lil' soot!" Finnick mused, patting the pouch clean with his hands, and then promptly wiping his face as he returned to the counter. "There we ar', one Kilo as promise." Finnick slapped the pouch onto the table and held out his hand patiently.