The Fall King inclines his head. "You have your blade returned. Do you seek a trade with I? Or is you're business finished?" The wintry tone of his voice is coated with amusement, gesturing with his hand he peers into the pool, watching to going on's of his many Fae. Aisling watched the Baron warily. Surely he would have the sense to leave? Before the darkness fell all the more and covered the hall? Before her Lord had born enough insult? It was rare when her Lord would take insults to fight- but it did happen and many of those who triggered such rested in the trees, or on his throne as warning of his prowess.