((Logged by Krelian, on 11/12/99))

Krelian calmy turns around to face Dominia with a sly smile on his face. "Well, Greetings." He speaks out in a calm unchanging tone.
Dominia nods slowly, lightly, a small, hidden flicker of utter confusion catching in her eyes, although she does her best to dull it with her ever-present look of dark apathy, "Ah, yes.. Greetings, sir."  She frowns lightly, thinking it not best to restate questions to her superiors..
Krelian smirks and raises his eyebrow in a playful arch. "Yes, I need to ask something of you, it is urgent." His face then relaxes. "I do not trust the ones the Gazel Ministry has sent down to the mainland with Khiea, I called you here to ask you to watch their progress and to make sure or.."prize" stays in our hands." He then swings his head slightly to the side and his bangs swishes as he studies Dominia. "Can I rely on you?" he says in a trusting tone.
Dominia says, "Khiea." She states softly, shortly, her eyes darkening into something of a faint, private flicker of hatred, although it passes from her voice and hold as she continues, a long moment later, "Of course, sir.  I know enough about that little... child to be more than able to carry out such a task." She nods lightly, solemnly in an echo of a professional gesture, "Simply watching their progress... Well, you can be assured that I shall not fail, sir."
Krelian smiles lightly and replies, "Good, I knew I could count on you." Then he shifts his weight and looks as if he is thinking. "Take whatever you need to achieve your goals."
Dominia's face is drawn in something of a pale, but nonetheless malicious little smirk at this thought, as she muses quietly under the applications of this one simple command.  She adds a moment later, her voice touched in a shade of pale curiosity, "If you don't mind, what are the terms you want this child under?  Is she to be left unharmed, or...  Is there leeway in such a command, sir, taking how dangerous I suspect the child is?"
Krelian straightens a little and thinking in his mind. But then his face grows cold, without emotion. Staring straight into Dominia's eyes he replies, "I need her...alive."
Dominia somehow manages to hide the frown which threatens to spark brilliantly to life upon her face at this simple comment.  In all simplicity, she simply answers, a long moment later, her voice drawn stained with the quieted effort to hide her annoyance and still hold some tone of formality, "As you wish, sir."