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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 remaining bits of Fae that had gathered about the door, curious as to why the famed- or infamous- Thymond was here. As soon as the commotion was heard however several of those less keen on bravery, or perhaps those being far more clever than the rest, slinked off. Those that remained heard the sounds from within and drew back a healthy distance lest they cause affront to the survivor of whatever would cause that scuffle. As Thymond came out most of the crowd would move off a few scavengers waiting til he was with the human wench before moving in on the shop- and what remained inside. Erin would notice all of this as well as a red headed man with a gleaming brass eye. A man who was of rough features and rounded ears with only the slightest points. But it was a mere glimpse before he slipped through the crowd and deeper into the Lower Quarter.

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

Several mortals slipped into the bathing chamber only to quickly back out. Not wanting to involve themselves with the dreaded Yin. The kitsune had a slight reputation. One that was perhaps not the best among the those that served Under The Mountain. But they were knocked aside as Clarice stormed from her room wearing a deep green gown that showed off much of her figure and accented her damp hair. Storming into the common room, she was soon surrounded by the group of fluttering women who had helped Elsa earlier. Whispering and giggling amongst themselves. Til one spoke up loudly- enough that it echoed back through the open door into the hall- easy for a kitsune to hear. "Oh my! Clarice, you will not believe it! But a new catch from the Collector has a dress just like your red one!" "The one you got from Lord Darcyn." Chimed in another. Hisses of disgust at someone doing such a thing, nevermind that they had suggested she wear it and had 'given' it to Elsa, rang throughout the group as heads turned to glare at the newcomers. Clarice looked stunned for a mere second, before a mask of rage claimed her pretty features.

"That is no copy! It bears his crest! You little thief!" Came the damning cry of outrage.

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

Falk sat back in a large armchair, the one with the arm intact. The other he did not even seem to consider as a possible seat. Giving a stern stare at the human woman, his eyes flared that fearsome green. The ghost of a storm coming. The map she had been staring at flared and vanished. Leaving only the parchment version of it's former glory. Rolling itself up, the bit of paper flowed away upon a phantom wind to it's original spot. Leaving that proud and stern face upon the human female, Falk crossed one leg over the other at the knee. [color=Gold]"You fail to notice my lack of such loneliness or despair. I do not know either for they are mortal feelings and something foreign to the Fae. Or at least the former is."[/color] He drummed his fingers upon the arm, his mind far ahead while he lectured the girl exactly as he had another. [color=Gold]"Only the weak despair amongst the Fae. As for Yggdrasil. He is an apt partner of our alliance."[/color] Falk's voice was cool and chilled, but not unkind. She was not expected to know this, but it was clearly not his favored topic.
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