13th Floor of The Woodlands

Gideon looked down and showed his hands to the Wicked Witch of the North; now having become more pale, his fingernails now extended a little further, fingers more slender than a normal human should have, his true Changeling self becoming more apparent as his Glamour waned.

"Its Gideon again, I require a new Glamour if you have the time. The one I currently have is starting to fade, and given how things seem to be going downstairs, I don't think they need a Fable getting caught by a Mundy without their Glamour in top shape as well." 

Gideon then waited patiently for the response of the Wicked Witch, briefly checking his soul stone around his neck, glad that so far it had remained unchanged today.