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 Aisling's playing stopped as the wrong note cracked the precious melody. The King of Fall's eyes narrowed as he leaned forward in the throne made from the bones of fallen beasts and fae. Covered in the furs of those he hunted down. The angular and sharps features became drawn tight. His entire being narrowed upon Lositay. Speaking his words were no more than a breathe on the frozen air, but they cut with the presence that made those not under his scrutiny shrink back and thanks the powers that be that it was not them to be so bold. For while the King was not angry by any means he was not the kindest nor most gentle of Fae. The full weight of his attention was like being scrutinized to your very soul by a predator. For that was what the Fall King was.

"I said what did you see. I require every detail, no matter how small. Nothing in this Realm or the next that owes me a favor is lost." A raven squawked as it flew to land on the back of the throne cackling as ravens do. Several others perched in the branches joining in the bold one's laughter. "You are a mere pawn, my satyr. Why I ask, and what I plan is far beyond your ken." Leaning back he relieved the Fae of the full weight of his presence. "When it is time for you to know, you shall. Not before, nor after." He gave a sharp snap of his fingers, the raven swooping off to the tree tops of the giant trees. "Time is delicate and so are words and details. The wrong one would bring everything to a [i]collapse[/i]." The last word was growled, that was not something Falk would allow.