Bathed in a beam of morning light, Sorrelwind looked up the tall chimney still hot from the smoky heat that had only just been extinguished. The ranger stood at its top and had lowered a long rope which would allow a quick escape from what may have been their tomb.

The great Dryders were almost through the barrier and having no need for help to make his escape to the surface chose the face them. He was about to leap toward them, when the Drowess brought to his attention that Augustine could not make the climb on his own. He looked to the druid then back to the approaching giants, horrors of the Under-dark and whispered a silent curse. His silent words then persisted in a language unknown to those around him, or any in the lands which they tread. The permeated the air, echoing from every corner of the chamber and as they grew louder the floor began to shake beneath them. All that had already been weakened began further tear apart, cracks ripping through the rock like black lightning.

The effects were not instantaneous but the fate of those within the chamber unable to stave off the falling rubble would be sealed. The Titans of the Under-Dark were, however, too powerful to succumb to the trivial collapsing cavern and the Phaerie's call to the Element of Earth was meant only to impede them. He feared not enough for the time it would take them to reach the chimney.

Their escape to the surface was just large enough for the immense spider bodies of the Dryder to squeeze through and so Tiphereth hoped that the chimney would crumble beneath their great weight, but not before they made their own retreat.

Sorrelwind quickly looped a strap round his sword-spear and slung it to his back before leaping to the druid's side. He then wrapped one of his arms around his waist and prepared to leap to a shelf of rock near to where the rope dangled.

"We must flee!" Tiphereth told the druid, pausing before propelling them high into the air with a powerful leap. "I am sorry to offend you once more." He apologized for his touch.

The force of Sorrelwind's leap compressed the druid against his body, almost winding him as he used raw power to propel them up into the chimney from atop one of the fallen rocks. They soared through the air up into the chimney and as they neared the shelf, Sorrelwind grasped the rope and used it to pull him and druid against the wall.

Tiphereth handed the rope to the druid and looked down the hole for Jin.

"Climb into the light, Augustine, it is there that YOU are the master. I shall wait here for Jin and ensure that you do not fall."

Brianna had been quiet for some time, immersed in her own thoughts. She felt somewhat responsible still for what had happened on the side of the mountain. When Jalisa showed up, she trusted Lac's decision to allow her to travel with them, but she watched her closely.

She was surprised to see her acting nervous when Lac moved off to check out the strange smoke, but figured it was just the girl's nature to be nervous. Then she heard him yell for someone to grab the rope. Turning to Orthargren, she bid him to stay with Jalisa as she took off to where Lac was.

"What is it, Lac?! Who is down there?!"

Seeing that he had a hold of one end of his rope and was braced, she quickly looked down into the chimney like hole and saw Tiphereth with Augustine. She turned, yelling down to the dwarf.

"WE MAY HAVE NEED OF YOUR STRENGTH, ORTHARGREN!!!"

In answer to Brianna's call the surly Dwarf dismounted and ran toward the collapsing chimney. Upon it the ranger and now the woman stood struggling to maintain their balance on the crumbling rocks. Choking on the black smoke that yet rose from the smoldering walls of the massive tower, they held fast the rope lowered to who he could only assume were there lost companions.

"'Tis them! You've found 'em master Lac'Nal!" He bellowed joyously as he maneuvered up the loose rocks at the base of the ancient smoke stack.

The chimney was tall (for a Dwarf), and as the ground began to shake once more, now from the Phaerie's magick the stones shifted and began to fall apart. Dodging a falling rock the Dwarf stepped back and shouted up to the two, "Best I wait down here, we Dwarves require a firm hand hold, you know."

There was then the sound of a snapping branch from a thicket not too far from Orthagren and the Dwarf immediately readied his axe. He glanced quickly over at Jalisa then back to the woods.

"Who goes there! Speak thee name or you'll feel my axe across your skull!" Roared the Dwarf.




A tall woman stepped out of the woods, her dark narrow eyes fixed on the ranger and the woman teetering at the top of the chimney, then she lowered her stare to the Dwarf. She appeared human enough but her eyes were a dark brown all around and her thin pale lips could not hide the long canines that rose from both her upper and lower jaw. As she pushed a strand of straggly black hair from her rugged face she revealed one of her misshapen ears.

Orthagren recognized immediately what she was. Standing his ground he shouted his warning, "Not a step closer ye filthy Half-Orc!"

She wore a suit of weathered and worn plated mail and yet made no more noise than one wearing a light tunic as she pushed her way through the dense brush. Her sword was drawn, and pausing before the Dwarf a fiendish grin spread across her face as a total of ten others of her kind emerged from the brush like ghosts.

Orthagren sensed that the one female before him was an enchantress of some kind and had used her magic to deaden the sound of their armour and foot steps. 'How long had they been tracking them?', he wondered, 'And who had sent them?'

"Well done, Thresh!" Praised one the largest Half-Orcs who appeared at her side.

He looked up and it was very apparent that it was the ranger they were focusing on and the Dwarf knew then what they were. "Bounty hunters!" He growled and spat the foul words from his mouth.

The Dwarf pointed his axe menacingly at the female Half-Orc and the large one, who were quite obviously the leaders of the rabble.

"You've chosen th' wrong time to show yer miserable hides."

The Half-Orc bounty hunters wasted no time exchanging words with Orthagren and attacked. They saw that the ranger currently had his hands round a rope and sought to take advantage of his prone position. Five of the agile warriors sprinted for the chimney and scampered up it like monkeys, virtually unhindered by the weight of the armour and able to make the climb with the swords drawn.

Three of them launched themselves toward Jalisa moving with surprising quickness while the female and large male bore down upon the Dwarf, screaming their battle cries and swinging swords savagely. As the battle ensued the Dwarven chimney continued to crumble away, impeding the progress of a few of the climbing Half-Orcs. While inside Augustine and Sorrelwind dodged falling rocks as the entire structure grew weaker by the second.

Brianna, hearing Orthargren yell, looked back and saw the two bounty hunters climbing up the chimney, hampered by crumbling rocks. She also took in the battle going on below between Jalisa, the dwarf and the remaining half-orcs. She didn't know how long they had to get their comrades up before the two hunters were on them, but she didn't figure they had very long.

"GRAB THE ROPE!!! HURRY!! WE MUST GET YOU UP!!"

Brianna hollered down into the hole, seeing Augustine and Tiphereth scrambling to keep from getting hit by falling rocks. She looked back and saw that the bounty hunters were almost upon them. Drawing her sword, she smiled at Lac.

"Don't let them fall while I have your back."

She stood in between where the two hunters would come up at and Lac, hoping that by the time they got to them, their comrades would be out of the dank hole and fighting alongside them.

Running to where the two hunters would be coming up at, Brianna took a chance and loosened more rock to fall down upon them, almost loosing her own footing in the process, but she was able to scramble back just in time, smiling as she saw that the small rock slide she'd made had caused the two to slide back quite a few feet and was making it even more difficult for them to get a good foothold.

She ran back to Lac and grabbed the rope with him, keeping one eye on the edge for the two hunters.

"DAMMIT, GRAB THE ROPE YOU TWO!!"

Brianna kept watching over her shoulder, hoping that they would be up before the hunters were.

"I've slowed them down, Lac, but it won't last."

Augustine summoned a last, small burst of strength and pulled himself up the rope and up the sculpted chimney cap and into the light of day. His eyes were watery from the smoke and dust from the happenings in the chamber below. Augustine drew in some of the fresh, warm air, it was just what the druid needed.

It took a second but the druid realized that he was the only one that had left the underground chamber, Ssijin and the Phariekin were still down below.

"The chamber, it is falling in on itself...they have very little time!" Augustine coughed. He could hear and feel the rumbling. Tiphereth's call to the elementals was being answered, the ground beneath Lac'Nala, Augustine, Brianna and Orthagren shuddered violently.

The Dryders had removed the last of the stones that barred their way into the large fire chamber. Their Drow eyes burned crimson in the gloom as they searched for the trespassers. The two massive creatures moved quickly towards the fire pit, small flames still danced in the brazier as the enchanted flame struggled to grow again.

The eight legs of each Dryder clicked loudly as they crossed the chamber, the horrible sound echoed throughout the open space. Their ruby eyes found the two remaining beings near the chimney opening, they silently pointed their long weapons at the Phariekin and Ssinjin. The three able bodied Drow were just a pace behind the Dryders as they moved to attack the two strangers.

As they closed in on Jin and Tiphereth the chamber began to shake again, more violently this time. More of the ancient ceiling was raining down, huge pieces swung loose from above and tumbled below.

The Dryders moved through the falling stone, they navigated the deadly chunks with ease. The Drow men were not as lucky, as they dodged the falling rubble they found that they were running out of clear pathways. Boulder sized pieces were collecting into tall piles that were not easily climbed.

The Dryders were getting nearer to Tiphereth and Ssinjin, a large splinter of falling rock struck one of the Dryders, the creature was knocked sideways by the force but quickly climbed over the large piece and continued on it's way.

"Do not run, face us, you must pay for your trespass. We are the the mighty hands of Under dark, make peace in this moment of your destruction." The Dryders croaked together.

One of the monsters was closest to the Pharie, it swung it's great spear at the Deithir, it was not close enough to cut but the sheer force of the attack was like a hurricane wind.

The second beast clicked and clacked around the falling stones and moved near to Ssinjin, she could see it's frightening face clearly now, a mass of white flesh, two burning red eyes and mandibles jutting from a gaping mouth. Black oily spittle was dripping from the creature's mouth as it eyed Ssinjin.

Verin was nowhere to be seen, as always he waited to see how events might turn before he acted on his own.

The wake of the Dryder's swing nearly blew the Phaerie off of the narrow shelf of rock upon which he balanced; his long orange hair raging like flames from the blast, stirring and swirling smoke up the chimney. At the top of the stack black soot erupted into the air, bathing the entire area of the sun lit battle with an ashen shower.



At the base of the chimney, Orthagren roared as he parried and dodged the attacks of the female Half-Orc, Thresh their leader. Hooking the head of his axe round the sword of the large male he twisted his burly arms, disarming him, then smashing the surprised Half-Orc with a vicious butt stroke to the mid-section. As he doubled over the Dwarf put his shoulder to him, tossing him back head on into the charging Thresh, sending them both tumbling backward down the incline behind them.

"Watch yer flank, Augustine!" Warned the Dwarf as he spun around, tossing a throwing axe at one of the two Half-Orcs nearest to the top of the chimney. The axe dug deep into the back of the creature's neck and it fell limply to the ground, dead on impact.

Three other Half-Orcs were working their way to the top of the monolithic stack, but the vibrations from below impeded their progress. Their hand and foot holds were beginning to loosen and as more stone began to wiggle free of the structure it was apparent that it would not be long before the chimney collapsed sealing the fate of those below and threatening to crush those yet upon it.



Tiphereth tensed as he stared into the face of the horrid beast before him while below, upon the rocks he could see the Drowess bravely standing against the other. He could not leave her to face two nightmares and her own brethren alone, best to die with company. The Phaerie took the rope in his gloved hand and looked up to the light, perhaps for the last time and leapt back down into the frey, his gleaming sword-staff in hand. He held fast to the rope, drawing it taught as he landed beside, Jin and thrust the shaft of his weapon near her, still hoping that they might be pulled from this dark hell.

The Dryder's were poised to strike and even if they could hold out against them the room was near collapse, this the Phaerie was sure and in the midst of it all he turned to the Drowess and smiled.

"Perhaps they will write a song about us."

As the chamber began crumbling in around her, Jin watched as Tiphereth hoisted Augustine up the rope Lac had provided just in the nick of time. There was a sense of satisfaction that enveloped her knowing the Druid was safe and what ever happened now was between her and what ever fate gave her.

Hearing the sound close to her, Jin turned to see the Dryders clear the last of the obstacles in their way and move towards her. She was afraid. Very afraid, but she dared not show such emotion. It would only mean she would give them and their master the satisfaction they all wanted and Jin was not about to do that.

With no where to move to, Jin had to stay where she was and as the Dryder’s closed in close to her, she was certain her death was upon her – again. But when the large, craggy piece of ceiling knocked the one Dryder aside, she thought perhaps she would have a chance. Even as she saw the Dryder eyeing her as the black venom dripped from his mandibles.

Magic was basically of no use against them, they were physically superior and their strength was unlike anything else she had come across. Her only option was to flee, and she was just getting ready to do so when Tiphereth appeared beside her. Even as frightened as he was, he did his best to hold off the Dryder.

As the Pharie smiled at her, Jin couldn’t help but smile back but instead of turning to face the Dryder, she turned and wrapped her arms around Tiphereth’s neck and whispered in his ear.

”Only how we cheated death, my Pharie kin brother. Hold tight to that rope for we are about to be lifted up, out of our would be tomb.”

Jin remembered what magic did to Tiphereth when it was used directly upon him, but, when she turned to look at him when he dropped down beside her, she saw he still held the rope Lac had supplied. And knowing her Ranger the way she did, it was no ordinary rope. Remembering Lac’s language well, she spoke only one word in that sing song like language and the rope began to quickly retract bringing Tiphereth and Jin with it as Tiphereth held tight to the end. Jin quickly cast a spell then to make herself as light as a feather so her slight weight would not be detrimental to Tiphereth. As Tiphereth was lifted off the surface of the chamber floor, Jin pulled herself as close to him as she could making them appear as one being and a more difficult target for cross bows.

When the Half-Orc’s appeared, Jalisa looked like a frightened kitten. Her eyes grew wide, her face turned rather pale and she swallowed hard.

”OH! Who invited them to the party?”

She took a few steps back and eyed the others to see what they were doing. Lac was trying his hardest to maintain his hold on the rope, the Dwarf was engaging the Half Orcs, the woman was doing both helping Lac and the Dwarf as best she could.

Seeing the other members of the party were occupied, Jalisa looked back at the Half-Orcs, smiled devilishly, raised her hand and beckoned them to follow her just before she turned and ran away from the others, making sure she lured them a little further into the woods, away from prying eyes. The Half-Orcs followed, of course, thinking she was going to be quite the easy prey to dispose of.

The joke was on them, of course, when they found themselves face to face with something that was anything BUT a defenseless young woman. Of course it didn’t take long for the Half-Orcs to realize they were the on the other end of the equation now but before they could raise a word of warning, they were silenced forever.

Lac felt the rope beging to contract, braced himself and began pulling on the rope. As Tiphereth's heads appeared at the top of the crumbling chimmney, he gave a final tug in the Elven rope, lifting him over the edge of the chimmney and on to the ground. Standing he dropped the rope on the ground, leaned over the edge and shouted ...... "Galol belartcuraekar taeoth tarhiemeld astriboryorsaysat athanirdil tinhureth wilosraelirday othfar sathirastradayonwel yaothuthae falossauthaylon currenestarthtaruthuruneldasir olfay dilanrenkeyneleldsirsir. Yorothuthu satahalarthalirlae nelostil panarthsarstar istanaetirol tinhineva lisithglinhiemtae " (TRANSLATION: Go back to the abyss and the world of shadow you foul creatures of darkness. You shall not pass into the light.) As he spoke these words and stepped back from the edge. a groan came from the forest and several large limbs of the overhanging trees fell upon the chimmney opening sealing it shut. It was then that Lac noticed that Tiphereth had someone wrapped around him. Lac looked in bisbelief, unable to convince his brain what his eyes beheld. How could this be? he thought to himself.

As the trees bent to the will of Lac'Nala's call after he and the others leapt to safety, the bending boughs of the great trees about them shattered the already crumbling chimney. The monolith tumbled into the earth and with it went the scrambling Half-Orcs. Three were crushed and enveloped by the rubble as it fell back into the Under-dark sealing that ancient Dwarven chamber forever, but two managed to leap to safety.

The two Half-Orc, rolled and rose to their feet, swords ready but the Half-Elven ranger now had four at his side. Quickly looking about they searched for what remained of their troop and all they could see was their female ranger, Thresh and their leader battling the Dwarf and so the tables had turned and their moral began to diminish as they contemplated retreat.



The Dwarf raised his axe to parry a vicious blow of the large leader and tumbled backward, locked in a battle of strength and looking back saw the inverted forms of the Phaerie and the Drowess through the dust of the collapsed chimney.

Thresh, the Half-Orc ranger slowly walked toward her leader who lay atop the Dwarf, his entire weight pressing against Orthargren's axe shaft. Easy pickings for single hack.

"I could do with wee bit 'o help!" Growled the Dwarf.



Sorrelwind released the Drowess, her dark supple frame shedding from this white form like a shifting shadow. He then pointed his spear at Thresh, drawing her attention and keeping and restoring balance for the Dwarf.

The two remaining Half-Orc took a defensive posture, waving their swords slowly between their four adversaries. They knew that they would now never collect the bounty on the ranger's head and just hoped to be able to escape with their lives. As they slowly backed away, clumsily negotiating their way across the rubble, they concentrated on lashing out at what they figured to be the weakest of the adversaries, the robed man and the dark haired woman.



Thresh scowled defiantly spat at the feet of the Elfling creature while her eyes searched the trees around her, fearful that they might strike again after witnessing how they obeyed the ranger. Pointing her sword at him she screamed in the common Westron tongue, "Hold thy spear you Elfin dog!" then looking to the ranger, "You haven't seen the last of me, Lac'Nala. More will come. The bounty on ye head is high and if not I someone will take it!"

With her last words, Thresh vanished from sight as swallowed by the foliage about her. No sound's were heard and there was no stirring of branches but she was gone, abandoning her leader and the last two of her group.

As the half-elf prince spoke to the trees of Fangorn, they happily obeyed and smashed the top of the chimney flat to the ground. It broke apart and fell into the opening and sank into the chamber below like water down a drain. The top of the chimney collapsing sped up the last of the chain reaction in the Dwarven fire room, more of the ceiling below fell onto the Dryders and Drow. The black elves were crushed and buried in the fall, they made no sound as last breaths were forced from their lungs.

The Dryders were overcome with the volume of earth and stone that fell now, the two beasts were buried up to their necks in the rubble. Their dusty faces were indistinguishable from the stone and earth all around them were it not for their burning red eyes.

One of the beasts searched the darkness for the other, unable to move.

"Are you there brother?..." It croaked in the gloom.

"I am brother I still live."

"Can you move brother?'

"No I am unable?"

"As am I?"

"We must free ourselves and destroy the outlanders..."

One of the creatures pushed with the might of all 8 legs and could not budge the mountain of debris.
The other followed suit and was also unable to even move the end of one of his legs.

"We will free ourselves." One grunted as even more stone fell from above covering it's face and silencing it.

"We are patient brother, our freedom is at hand..." The second one said flatly as a wave of rubble washed over it burying it.

The chamber was all most full to the top in places, no creature would be able to pass through it simply or easily. As these events unfolded Verin's influence faded from the mountain, with a twist of one of his powerful rings the Drow drifted like smoke to another place. His presence was fading but his hatred could still be felt, it lingered like a bad dream.

When she reached the freedom at the top of the chimney, Jin felt the fresh air rush into her lungs replacing the thick, noxious fumes of the smoke she had been forced to inhale. It took a few seconds for her to release her hold on Tiphereth’s sturdy frame but when she felt the ground beneath her, she let go and melted away from him easily.

Noting his instant defensive stance, Jin quickly regained her bearings while inhaling large amounts of the lung and mind clearing air of the forest around her. Seeing what was transpiring, she immediately drew her cross bow and drew a bead on one of the Half-Orcs with the female who appeared to be their leader.

When she heard the words the female spoke, Jin’s eyes drifted to Lac’Nala before she let them settle on the Half-Orc. If looks could kill, Jin would have murdered Thresh right then and there with just her red eyed glare. But such things were not possible, at least not for her, anyway. When she saw the Half-Orcs retreat like the cowards they were, she slowly lowered her cross bow then reached down to help Othargren up from his prone position on the forest floor.

Once the Dwarf was righted, Jin and stood like a dark statue. The only movement that could be seen of her was the rise and fall of her shoulders as she still breathed in as much fresh air as she could. Her face was still obscured in the darkness of the shadows within the cowl of her cloak but there was no doubt as to who she was looking at. Her red eyes had settled on Lac and only occasionally did she leave his form to glance at the others.

A sudden movement behind Lac’Nala caused her to quickly draw her cross bow and aim at a figure quickly approaching the Ranger. The dark haired woman who appeared from the forest wearing all black quickly stopped and held her hands up in surrender, her strange blue eyes wide as she stumbled for words to say that would prevent her from being shot by the dead aim of the Drowess.



”WHOA! Hold up there. I’m not.,..I didn’t….I won’t….”

Finally the woman pointed at Lac and said the only thing she knew to say for the lack of better words.

”I’m with him.”

Beneath her cowl, Jin’s red eyes seemed to glow even more. The red orbs left the dark haired woman then settled on Lac. Jin couldn’t believe it. She had not been gone long and he was already filling the void she left with another woman. The cross bow that had been pointed at the woman slowly moved to point at Lac and it was a tense moment as everyone held their breath waiting to see what was going to happen.

Lac smiled and stepped forward. He slowly raised his hand, placing it on the bolt loaded into the crossbow and gently lowered it. With shear joy in his eyes he said softly ….. “Moryir evyiseldasat hamarthavalkest brinraeothuthaygolhirtay arth jayossayir taeoth moryid hinevaartharintor tarhinastrator imtor hilathasil narortor fareldlistil istinir yaevraesor. Hamolwin curuastranay tinhininasil beleva ? “ (TRANSLATION: My eyes have brought a joy to my heart that it has not felt in yers. How can this be ? ) ……… Lac then embraced Jin and placed his lips lightly on Jinn’s and kissed her. Whispering in her ear he said …… “Daeoth norothtil winossaraerunyir yilosuthuray hurevaarruntir astribearoluthutor tarhinesta wilolmirarthnel tinhirarthtin sartaeastrinordelsor brinethhinithnirdel mayesta. Sathiemev jarlothistnayeldadae othuthuray ciruothmaypanathnaeyor beluthaetae yirethasatatayestaraedaalyis. Starhinest hilathsor torossalirda minelda taehurarttae sathineld wilalsata sarethneltar belyir arta forrelistevnaydel tilhalarthnar hiemastrasae kelnorolwennar minetha saeistanircuraeesta ciruhinistalordahurolordae" ..... ( Do not worry your heart about the woman that stands behind me. She joined our company but yesterday. She has told me that she was sent by a friend than has known me since childhood. ) ...... "Isa sayeldaest nelos linineldsil istinay hameldril ethyilestasat arthunordil miryis hineldalraetay tinevalorlaesir moretha sirhineld borrayistinirglinsae maeuthaecuruham hilestlaypan tynoth othuneren celastriuthaystareld." (I see no lies in her eyes and my hert tells me she brings much help to our cause.)

If Jin had still been of the same mind set she had when she first joined Lac and Augustine, as soon as Lac moved forward the bolt would have been shot from the cross bow. But that was no longer who Jin was. Much had changed about her since she met the Ranger and saw what compassion and empathy was all about. He had, in essence, changed her heart and allowed her to feel real emotions and even right now the one she felt wasn’t all that good, but it was still emotion.

AS soon as Jin felt Lac’s arms circle around her she felt a sense of belonging like she had never felt before and melted against the Ranger. The touch of his lips to hers was the most welcomed sensation she had ever felt and she couldn’t help but embrace him in return and offer him that same kiss.

When she heard his soft voice speaking that same sing song language that so natural to him and explain the presence of the woman, she couldn’t help but smile and whisper a response.

”Usstan ssiggrin whol khruste dos inbalus jal'yur xo'aus ulu replace uns'aa, ussta ssinssrigg. Usstan zhahus ves hasstn Usstan zhahus tluin replaced ji ulnin. Dos ph'ves crealo Usstan vok ulu sanrr nin.” (I thought for certain you had already tried to replace me, my love. I was very angry I was being replaced so soon. You are very lucky I listen to reason now.)

Reluctantly releasing Lac from her embrace, Jin stepped back and hesitated a moment before she slowly reached up and pushed the hood of her cloak off her white head. The Drowess that stood before them now was Jin, but a much more youthful looking once. It was as if years had been reversed yet her voice was still the same.



”So….who is the newest member of this rag tag group?”


Jalisa peeked over Lac’s shoulder and gave a nervous smile, still holding her hands up.

”Jalisa. M-my name is Jalisa. So? I’m not going to be shot?”

Jin actually chuckled and shook her head, taking a small step to her left so Jalisa cold see her clearly now.

”No. I am not going to shoot you. Put your hands down.”



Jalisa lowered her hands and let out an audible sigh of relief.

”Oh thank the Gods. And here I thought traveling in a group would be safer. I’m beginning to wonder if that’s such a good idea now. With Half-Orc bounty hunters and what not looking to get rich off your hides I think I may have just found myself in the center of a cauldron of boiling water.”

A smile settled over Jalisa’s face then.

”Thankfully I like hot water .”

Turning to look at Tiphereth, Jin smiled and extended her gloved hand.

”I owe you my life, Tiphereth. I cannot thank you enough for returning to help me.”