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[h1][color=FireBrick] Samhain Intrigues [/color][/h1]
[@LovelyAnastasia] [@Belle] [@Fallenreaper] [@Forett]
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[h2][color=FireBrick]-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-[/color][/h2]

[@Forett] Thymund would be walking through the Lower Quarter where he notices a figure heading towards one of the higher bridges in the Lower Quarter that lead to the High Road and thus the Dark Tower. The true court of the UnSeelie Fae and the seat of the High King when he was in residence. Thymund would also know this as one of Falk's Hands. General Kaeleer Savant. And someone his mate- Jessamine Darkwing- had been keeping a eye on and a keen ear out for. Though she never really stated as to why, other than it was never in desire. He wasn't of Jessamine's type after all. Highly valuing any information about the General Savant. A pop fizzles under Thymund's muzzle as a piece of parchment whirls out of shadow. [i]"I require your presence in the Dark Tower's Grand Hall, if you would. -Falk"[/i]

[@Fallen Trinity] A message had been delivered to you. Message in as so much as a command from Falk to come to the Dark Tower could be considered a message. There was always the option of refusal, if refusal was desperately needed. But refusal was not something one lightly gave the King of the UnSeelie and for good reason. However, Kaeleer might recognize a familiar face in the crowds of the Lower Quarter. The slums and essentially rowdier part of Under the Mountain. Thymund White. He who was mated to Jessamine Darkwing. A being that often kept a eye on Kaeleer when he was in the City of Sky- Versailles. A woman of some beauty and who kept staring at him oddly. Kaeleer would know Thymund as a 'man' of integrity and part of Falk's unofficial third hand.

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

[@Belle] The elderly woman was kindly woman. Willowy and thin. She had aged elegantly, but there was a tremor in her hands and a weakness to her breathe. Giving Elsa a raised brow the woman, clucked her tongue slightly. "You should not give your name out so lightly, [i]Elsa.[/i]" Her admonishment was well meant but her tone was kind. Shaking her head at the young woman's foolishness, the woman clucked her tongue again. "Names are something special here and they hold power to the Fae and those within their realms. You may call me Bianca, and no that is not my actual name, but it is merely a childhood nickname. Something I chose when the Lord of Horse spirited me away from the battlefield. Blessing upon Arik for that." The woman smiled at the memory before continuing her work. 

Elsa might note that while Bianca might be taking notes as she might have thought but was writing in some strange language. The elderly woman however continued talking, her hand continuing to jot down the strange words. "And you are very correct. This is not a place to assume anything. The Fae Under The Mountain are vicious creatures. Unlike the Seasonal Courts. Where you were supposed to go I gather, but the High Lord had business here. It's just as well, I suppose." Giving Elsa a stern look the woman eyed her dress with distaste. "You wish to know what you are to do here as though you've not a clue?" Blotting away some of the ink from the book, the knobby fingers set the pen in the inkwell that was sitting next to her. "Did you think of nothing? Pay no attention to the tales of the Fae? Just willy-nilly make a deal with them." Shaking her head the woman tutted. "You were brought here to pay the debt for the favor you asked for."

[@Fallenreaper] The little sprite peered up at Noah curiously. Tilting it's little head, the once exicted orb looked terribly confused. "Why leaving? Does not need to wash?" The chiming and giggling voice was toned down and the little sprite skimmed over to perch on the ledge of the pool. The tiny feet brushing back and forth in the water. It's body was generally gender less save the delicate grace about it that might hint on it being female. "Does need help? Scented oils? Lotions? Flowers? Feathers?" The little sprite offered, holding a giant bubble as big as it was and offering it to Noah with a very proud smile. "Bubbles! Bubbles to help the human!"
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