Hooves clapped against clay tiles in a large open courtyard. In the center stood a bronze statue of a centuar blowing a horn. Out the horn trailed a stream of water, splashing into the pond below. On the walls glinted intricate, metalic spirals; making the house seem like something out a dream. Two blood hounds barked out a kennel to the left. That was strange: two own kennels when one resided in the city. Ada gently lowered Kirin down then roughly dismounted herself. She told Kirin to wait behind Willow as she banged the large iron door handle against the carved minotaur. The door was a deep cherry oak, the purple wood stood out against the red-orange clay tiles of the court. 
The door slided open on oiled hinges and a butler with pointy ears peeked out, "yes" she impatiently snapped. "I am here with information on the where abouts of this man's daughter." Ada stated matter of fact. 

The butler disappeared and reapperared with a man dressed in a long silk robe. He had deep bags and his eyes were sunken in. "My name is Sven" he held out his arm in the traditional fae greeting of the nobles: arm out with wrist bared and the back of their fist across the heart. The gesture symbolised friendship and trust. "Ada Lovelace, are you the lord of the manor?" She returned the gesture in kind. 
"No, I am the lord's brother. He is out searching for his lost family. I hear you posses information"
"Yes. Yes I do" Ada turned to summon forth Kirin and the man's face light up as she came into view. 

Two hours later Ada trotted off with the satisfying clink of coins in her pocket. The man gave her a generous 20 crowns for the safe return of his daughter. He also gave her a bronze ring with a brown gem in the symbol of their clan. This would indicate she is a friend of their clan and would open the doors of Kirin's family to her whenever in need. Sven invited her in and sat her down in the parlour as she retold everything that happened since finding Kirin, conviently leaving out the almost-slave selling of her and anything else not related to Kirin. 
Before she left Kirin was ordered to curtsey Ada off, she had been bathed and was dressed in a pretty blue dress with white ribbons. Her wings had been repaired and they glittered in a mesmerising way. 

She decided to stop by a local pub to gain some news on the civil protests, since it was mid-morning the pub was empty save a few elders trying to drink away their age. The name of the pub was "The Fallen Tree" and Ada was familiar with the owner, as she was reminded upon entering and sitting down for a chat with the bartender over an ale. 
His deep voice and crinkled eyes glittered as he beamed "Ada Lovelace, where have you been all this time you bloody gypsy!" She looked at him, over the brim of her mug, white froth clinging to the top of her lip. Making contact with the man's small blue eyes, eyes the colour of gems, something clicked in her mind and she grinned right back at him "Palantine my old friend! Good to see you!"
"My dear how did you escape those pirates! Last I heard you were on the outskirts of Tariq all shackled up and in the hands of Blackbeard"
"Well Palantine, how did you come to own this lovely joint, one thing led to another and my dear friends came in my hour of need"
She wiped the froth from her lips and pushed the man on, his long chestnut beard bristled as he spoke "what have you recently heard though, that's what I want to know" 
"Oh I know why you're here. Oh well, every good thing comes at a price. 
There was a fae girl gone missing recently. A group of bandits ambushed their wagon, killing everyone but the girl who has not been found"
"Bandits, why on Earth are their bandits, the fae king abolished all poverty years ago. 
"Who knows. I've heard there is some anti-elf protests among the fae"
"I heard about the Jabari protests. I'm not surprised, Jabari had always caused trouble"
"That is has" the pair remembered the attempted assisnation of the fae king almost a century ago when the new prince was in the process of becoming king. 

"But I don't involve myself in politics, only causes trouble it does. What I have been hearing of is.. Disturbances in the surrounding farms
"Disturbances, how so?
" Oh gruesome sights. Cows butchered and debowled, homes burnt to the ground, a couple was found decapitates with a knife wound from neck to pelvis"
Ada put down her ale, her stomach knotted and she lost her apitite.
"Has a culprit been found?
"No that's the thing, there are no tracks. Only a few gashes in the earth of a huge creature. The neighbors of the most recent farm say they heard roaring late in the night, and the next mourning found 6 sheep stolen.

Ada returned to the inn, deep in thought