[@rechonq] Falk nods, mussing over some factors. Raising a hand he summons a handsome mirror of silver, studded with rhinestones. "Take this to the Summer King." He beckons lost to approach the throne of bones. The mirror's face rippling with the water below. "A gift, a token." The Fall King nods to himself, a hunter's smile upon his lips. Yes, a token. But of what that king would wonder, and Falk wanted him wondering.