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-Location: Under the Mountain/ Lower Quarter-
The goblin winced as the lamia hit the ground with a resounding thud. The rasp of twitching coils filled the room along with the copper tang of blood as it pooled beneath the fae. The flesh that the greater fae had pulled out smacked against the rough stone floor. Leaving a trail of red on several papers. Cowering beneath Thymund's gaze, the aged goblin wasn't about to make a move that could be interpreted as 'wrong'. While the lamia had been over confident and cocky, he saw no reason to follow suit. Just look when it had gotten Desdemona. Though he did have the good sense to nod in rapid agreement that this being could provide better information.
-Location: Court of Nightmares/Servant Quarters-
As Yusuke and Elsa spoke to each other, a woman spoke up. Her eyes were haunted, but she seemed sound enough other than that small fact. Dressed in a decent plain skirt and blouse, her hair tightly braided back and showing flecks of grey. A common enough face if they were to glance at the other humans. "You two fresh off? 'nd sent ter the Court o' Nightmares?" The wariness in her voice was there along with the queer look in her eye. As if she didn't rightly believe them. "But aye girl. If they Fae Lords take likin' ter ye, they'll use yer gift or what yer advertisin'. Spare ye from the servant labor like the rest o' us." A man who was mending a strap muttered something along the lines of 'war relief'.
The red headed Clarice gave the kitsune a sickly sweet smile. "Of course, my Lord." She turned away, towards the side to gather up her discarded close. It however would not stop Yin from noticing the flare of indignant anger that flashed across her face. That she had propositioned and turned down was not something Clarice was fond of. And to be rejected by one of the King's own hands? That was a sting to her pride. But with quick steps, the red head fled from the room. Yanking the man standing in the door way the rest of the way in and shoving by the new come woman who also blocked her way. A sneer upon her face as she shoved by both, though she was wise enough to not say anything in the fox's hearing.
-Location: Falk's Hall-
The stormy eyes lacked the power they had when he had ordered a hunt on her- glanced at her with a bored expression. Their gleam of magic. Absent, which was probably something the mortal girl might find herself thankful for. Turning his gaze back to the books, he spoke in that voice like rustling leaves. "I doubt you would understand the language of the Fae or your own ancient tongue from eons before your people founded Rome or Athens." Indeed the spines were generally blank but those with various symbols were in strange designs. Though a few were roman numerals. Bodil might note some of these tomes looked halfways to the grave while others looked new. Some bore the scars of fire, flood, or the touch of blade. One spine even had a arrow sticking out of it. "As for those tasks," The Fall King continued after several long seconds- perhaps minutes. "I doubt mortals could preform feats of magic to restore towers or forests. To bring the land to fertility again. Perhaps you could have once, but those were ancient days." He seemed lost in thought, thinking back to times long ago.
Reaching up to a high shelf, the Lord plucked a fragile book from above his head and opened it to scan the pages. "We must restore our infrastructure, which to you would be economy. Though to those of the Fae this goes deeper. The very Land is our base, and to restore the Fae we must restore it. The Land is made up of ley lines. A web, so to speak, of magic that flows in our very blood and bone. They were damaged during the collaspe that happened and thus require restoration. But not all realize this or see it as the problematic fate it is." His voice darkened slightly, his eyes gleaming faintly as he replaced the book and walked a bit further down the aisle to pull free another and look through it instead. "Politics are far more deadly and complicated in the Fae. Our laws were made to stop the eternal wars and blood shed. We are not a kind people, though we have our moments. But we carry favors- owed and due-, promises, and grudges." His eyes slide to Bodil again, something like regret in them, but not quite fitting it. Turning his gaze back to the book, he continues reading.
