The next day Lou, Dawn, Berith, Iblis and Amelia were sat talking. Beside Berith Deacon slept deeply occasionally he grumbled slightly and Berith ran her hand absently over his blond hair.
“So what's the plan?” Iblis asked as the casual conversation died down.
“We go to Amarantine's,” Lou's said “find out what's happened to the teleport routes, set up a new route to the new plane and rework a few of the ones in Hell.”
“What about the journey?” Berith asked “any plans?”
“Well Rossier is supposed to help with any elves we encounter,”
“How?” Dawn asked
“He speaks the language fluently and knows most of their customs,” Lou sighed “we’ll just have to wing it.”
“You mean fly?” Dawn frowned the others laughed.
“No, Dawn” Lou smiled “it’s a phrase, it means do what we can and hope we get lucky.”
“There’s no need for that” a quiet voice said from the door, everyone turned to see a pale, sickly looking Rossier. “I'm not going home.” He said “I…I'm sorry for yesterday.” Lou smiled.
“Thank you, Rossier. He said “that was very nice.”
“Who are you and what have you done with Rossier?” Berith grinned.
“Can I have a word?” Rossier asked looking at her, she frowned then stood slowly following him from the room.
“Well,” Lou said still smiling “that was unexpected.”
Four hours later everyone had their bags and belongings and were waiting on deck. Verrine had his pale smoky form back and Dawn watched him as they waited for the ship to pull into its destination.
“Dawn,” Lou said “when we arrive, step off the ship don’t stop until you can see light.” Dawn nodded as darkness descended on the ship.
“When?” he asked no longer able to see.
“Now” Lou said pushing him gently and Dawn stepped up onto the wooden railing and quickly stepped off the edge of the boat. His foot met something hard and he strode forward forcing himself not to notice the oppressive darkness. He sped up not realizing that he'd closed his eyes and only stopped when Lou rested a hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes and realized he could just see in the dim light.