Pushing her hair out of her eyes yet again, rubbing a dirty hand across her eyes, Leah's thoughts once again turn to the Emperor, Steel and Rico. Pausing yet again, for what must be the hundreth time, she whispers a prayer to the Gods for them all. She has set herself to the simple, physical task of cleaning , sorting and generally just pushing furniture and trunks around in a effort to keep frustration at bay. Frustration at her own weakness and inabilties. Fustration at her helplessness in these troubled times. Cursing yet again, she turns to her task, trying to escape from the thoughts that torment her. Steels name keep echoing in her mind. She jumps in fear when from the corner of her eye, she sees the pigeon land lightly on the window sill. Slowly she reaches for the note on its leg. Without even reading it she knows what it says. Clutching the crumpled paper to her heart, she lets the tears flow freely with no desire to hold them back now. Curled tightly on the cold stone floor she lets the pain wash over and thru her. She cries until no more tears will flow. She sits in the dark till the light of rage starts to burn in the place where her heart once beat in her chest. Crawling across the floor, she digs thru a dusty chest till she find the red armor and blood red dress. Slowly she removes the blue colors that she loves so well, and replaces them all with red. The red of rage and blood. The red that will flow, hers or drow, it no longer matters. The red she vows she will wear till vengence has been taken, or till she dies trying.