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Welp. . . Let's see if anyone sees this, Shall we?

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The figure chuckles, the woman finds herself in the halls of iron itself- to a guest room. The room is spacious, but not empty feeling, paintings, and furniture, a wardrobe, a small table and chairs, the room even has a small hearth- Obviously fae avoid Lask's metal home...
No fae would live even entering the doorway. He raises a glass, she notices there's a Wooden removable floor in the room, and a slightly smaller fae. It flees before it can be seen, causing the gremlin to roll his eyes. "I see your alright." he smiles "You lived after all, little one."
Fear is the sign life gives someone to remind them that they are quite dead yet
Also pardon my slowness, work caught up with me and i'm running on a single hour of sleep, So forgive me for my slow response, and short posts.
That's a hefty favor. And a hefty debt.

also... The king will explain why he isnt at his own party at the moment. but just for the benefit of the OOC, Lask isn't nice to anyone. Ever. only three people get to see his "Happy" side, His two friends in the fall court, and his partner.
As if he where an angel of death, a dark figure stands over the woman, chuckling "Going to give up now, little one? Let your silly little life end here?" he taunts, daring her- no, Challenging her to stay alive and awake "Laying in the snow?" In the light snow fall the dark gremlin was a perfect contrast to the white and light blue all around, Dark robes, of black and night sky blue cover him, sword at his side

"Perhaps i can show you even More wonders, But rest now, little one, We'll see you yet live...."
Well, Lask could always use something to chill him out- Other than snow.
"MY dear friend. You wound me. but i take the hint. You know full well i did not tell the blade to do such, Nor would i. But i will not begrudge you for believing so." the young gremlin bows and grabs his blade, turning to leave the fall kings halls. This is the only tie he will Nearly apologize. He returns to the realm of snow and frost, to his halls. High vaulted metals forming a palace, heated, and driving away the chill and cold... Smiths hammers ring, kitchens pleasantly bustling. Lask walks to his throne, sitting and leaning back, Furiously throwing the sword, planting it firmly into a wall. "One bedeviled job...." he growls, holding his head "Sending my own daughter Shiva would work better. At least then i could actually Get Results!"
Lask himself is not amused with the blades petty, and dangerous game... "I aught to reforge you into something less aggressive." The blade slows and calms "Pardons about my blade... Next time it shall remain Sheathed. I would offer you a weapon, but you cannot wield Iron. Should have a material you desire a weapon made of, let me know- But just so we are clear, only One, any past the first is a favor."
Lask shifts and smirks, with a dangerous intent... "Found it." it nearly Scalps Falk, rushing from the fall kings throne, to its master. "I should have known... Perhaps i did- It does have a favor for you, it wants to taste you, and i do not blame it. You would be a honorable and worth opponent." The sword floats about its master- the demented blade would strike terror in a typical fae. Floating Iron. "That is assume it doesn't kill Me first." He frowns, watching the blade warily Apparently the Fae touched blade has been offering far more troubles than he's been letting on. The Blade whispers, in its own cold rasp, desiring sustenance, only the old fae would be able to hear it- that and its master. Lask glares at it "Pest, and Blood spoiler." The blade twirls freely in the air as if amused.
@Emma I did say something of that sort- but i think im missing something and lost something in the question.... Pm me and fill me in
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