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Cam laughed as he accepted his gift, and promptly wrapped it around his neck. 

One swears that if one’s whimsical, uncaring, unthinking, idiotic, rage inducing fool of a Divines-cursed husband is not the undoing of one, one will be sorely surprised!

One had thought it would be a quiet day. An easy day. The flame haired slaughterfish spawn had begrudgingly agreed to take the rest of one’s company to meet his brother, Silas, and introduce them to the bees. Her Hateful Hagraven Majesty, by grace of her husband and her son, had been spared the pathetic attentions of Fayrl for another day, her relief sparing one from the worst of her whims. As for oneself, one was to spend some time with Harhael, discussing business and matters of commerce; a debrief, of sorts, to allow one to fully put thoughts of Tamriel’s frozen armpit out of mind.

Twas an almost pleasant discussion. Figures in the shop remain better than expected; if anything, the conflicts across Tamriel have helped business, fuelling quite the rise in the sale of weapons, healing potions, and children’s toys. Harhael may not be the most shrewd businessmer one has ever encountered, nor the most committed or engaged; he is, however, fortunate, and knows how to take advantage of an opportunity.

One was thus in a good mood as we talked, sipping away at some honey sweetened milk concoction which Harhael favours in the warmth of summer, thinking nothing of it. One thought nothing of remarking that Lirim was more capable than one had thought he would have proved, skittish as he was. One thought nothing of it when Harhael sighed and agreed that the boy was skittish, and that in hindsight perhaps he had not been the best choice to send north to Skyrim.

One did not think much of it, at first. One had to ask Harhael to repeat himself, for surely one had misheard, surely he did not say what one had thought one had heard. Surely, by the Grace of every Divine, one had not just heard him say that perhaps if he had sent somebody else, they would have remained in Skyrim, rather than returning to Valenwood as Lirim had but a few weeks prior.

Oh, but heard him correctly one had. Lirim had, but a few weeks prior, whilst one remained hiding in an Elsweyr valley, arrived without warning back in Lynpar Marsh, having fled what he called the intolerable attitudes of the Nords. Arrived without warning, that is, with a wide-eyed Nord boy and a sullen Redguard girl in tow.

Had Harhael not immediately told one that the children were not in the Marsh any longer, one would have been ready to tear the entire village down with one’s bear hands to find them! Birk and Gwemba, here, in Valenwood! Brought the length of Tamriel with only some doe eyed gibbering wreck of a bile bellied Bosmer runt to look after them! 

Worse than that! Lirim had taken the children with him to Elden Root - Elden Root, where at the time, one’s selfish poison spitting boot licker had been busily holding court at the Den - there to leave them in the care of their father. And yet now, tis here in the Marsh where the Serpent, that same father to whom the children we taken, dwells - without the children. 

By the Divines, one swears, if any harm has come to either of them, if so much as a single hair on either of their heads has been harmed, one swears.... Mere children, left in the city alone! A Nord, and a Redguard, left in the capital city of the Aldmeri Dominion! One cannot fathom the wanton stupidity, the pure selfishness, the complete lack of any kind of awareness of.... Pah!

Парни периодически сменяли друг друга, дабы была возможность выйти из детской и заняться собой А Минхёку больше всего нравилось проводить время именно с Кевином, он выбрал себе папку)

Лири пришлось взять отгулы до возвращения Се Ран из больницы, а Кев помогал между съёмками

Минхёк упорно не хочет спать в кроватке, уложить его туда всегда ад для отцов, но Лири нашёл способ "убаюкивать" его в сумке а потом перекладывал в кроватку. Ну и конечно парни помогали друг другу сбрасывать напряжение