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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-[/color][/h2]

The goblin looks at Thymond and nods weakly. "I-I suppose you have questions, as well?" His voice was a wheezy thing. Wringing knobby hands the Fae looked worriedly at the papers. Some splattered with blood and venom from the naga. Thymond would note this hidden stairway, and should Erin go outside. She would see a slight crowd gathering. Old and young looking curiously as the door opened and trying to peer in at the ugly scene. Typical among humans, even so among Fae. Though none dared to approach and many of those less bold quickly wandered back to their own doings should they catch glimpse of Thymond. None wanting to tangle with that one.

[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-[/color][/h2]

Continue as you will.

[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Falk's Hall-[/color][/h2]

Falk snapped the book he was reading close, as he fixed stormy eyes on the mortal who dared to question him. His power whirled in dark shadows as it readied to his call. But the thought to harm was banished quick as it came. She was not the first to ask such things. No the original owner of those clothes had been just the same. To answer one question would lead to several others. There was a noise of reassignment to his willingly taken doom. The only good news was this one was human, she would perish sooner and with less questions and destruction than the other. [color=Gold]"As for why we 'didn't take care of the Land'... We did. Then the ancient enemy came and brought war with it. Many of our leaders fell, and left the rest of us to pick up the pieces of the world and restore it. Many forgot this and moved their motive to more... beneficial things. So as you so eloquently put it- my job 'sucks'."[/color] He stated the last bit with dry sarcasm.

He raised a brow as she went on to talk about why not treat the humans better? A easier way. And Bodil would be greeted with a rare sound. Laughter, of a sort. A muffled 'heh' of amusement. Not much of a laugh, but one none the less. The king shook his head slowly, this girl was really so blind of the dangers? It showed why he picked the path he did for those 'cow-eyed wierdos'. [color=Gold]"And tell me. If this nice, charming lady were to ask you for your name would you give it? Would you feel at ease to ask her for things? Information, items, her own name?"[/color] He gestured and Bodil found him behind her. A hand over her eyes, as she saw this 'woman' in the shadows of his palm. As if she was actually standing on a forest trail. A elderly old woman, the very nature of kind and caring. Giving out blankets and food. 

[color=Gold]"For each blanket, they owe her their first child. For each loaf of bread they owe her any favor she wishes. For each question answered, she may ask a question in turn. For their name given..."[/color] Bodil would see a couple among the group screaming as the woman ripped their babe from their arms. The young human couple unable to move to stop her and forced to watch while she bartered the babe off. [color=Gold]"That babe will grow up a season-born, a slave, or he will be eaten."[/color] The voice was as cold as the north wind, and twice as bleak. For a loaf of bread, Bodil would see a man sobbing as he kills a beautiful young woman. The Fae Granny watching on in glee as the human brings her the face which she puts over her own face and takes the form of the beautiful woman. That scene fades to black. [color=Gold]"A favor could be anything. To kill someone, to deliver something. Another child, a sister, brother, mother. It could be to sell out a conspiracy of humans. But once a favor is paid- that chain is broken. Something must be given of equal value to what was accepted."[/color] This time the voice was not as bleak and actually seemed to consider this quite reasonable. 

He released Bodil, walking out from behind her to a large scroll. Gesturing her to come closer, he laid the map of the Fae Realm on the coffee table. Knocking a pillow from his way and to the floor. Stepping back so she could view the land for herself, shadows whirled across the parchment. Mountains rose from the parchment as did ruins, trees, towns and valleys. Great swaths of plains and forests covered the landscape ringed by water. The Court of Nightmares was depicted on it, as was his Hall in the Autumn woods. To the South was a great tree. [color=Gold]"Yggdrasil."[/color] He noted, the home of his 'wife'. His eyes looking sadly at the map and the mist covered water.
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