#anywhere

"not good" sadie hisses, " i want to see."

"A sluagh maiden, indeed."

"yes, she is, 'A mused but then he says "what did we say about such blanket demands?"

she lowers her eyes "any one can demand openly, ladies learn how to do so with elegance."

"And they more often get what they want with it," he nods, "But in this case, the choice is out of all our hands. "

Foot steps, heavy ones.

Quiet, from the wall.

The Troll comes in, "Playtime is over, Sadie. You must mind your studies."

The troll looks to Bellamy suspiciously, "Before you ask, no one has seen anything unusual."

"Well, then," Bellamy shrugs, "I may have misread a tea leaf."

She waits, silent and patient.

The troll scoots the child along with a large hand, and she moves on.

Bellamy's eyes narrow at the troll's back, the sparkle in his eyes growing sharp as pinpricks

She awaits the sidhe's lead, in this.

Once gone, he turns to her "We have a few more minutes, and then the cleaning crew will wipe this place down ..." A snort, "The girl doesn't have a play room, she has a dollhouse covered in too much Lysol. Her dresses are modern. I am not a sluagh, but I know enough of the kith to know that is like asking a troll to wear a size three times too small for him and to ignore stories about great protectors of old."

"It will harm her, aye. Or undo her. She..." her whisper catches. "She is a child. No child should bear the sins of another."

"no," A sigh and he closes his eyes, "she is not why I'm here, and I say that too freely. You however, are clearly the widderwind way around the restriction on them. that's not why i'm here either." he looks at her, "how much time are you giving me?"

"I am not Widderwind. SHE is a child. And his own lips betrayed his motives to my ears. Tell me why I should hold back the balance?"

"That's what I love about Daireann, they do love the sound of their own voice." Drily "You havent' answered my question, maybe we should play secret for a secret? no, no time. It would appear House Daireann , at least some of it, has certain Alchemical secrets that my House would value. Alas, we have to be careful, we don't need a war. And they are vengeful. I want those secrets. it is why I came. the ...girl was just a...well, da'an laughs, let's leave it at that. How much time will you give me?"

"How much time would the Lord allow me? The girl and - aye, Widderwind - must be safe."

"He plans to make a move on Widdershins in a week. Maybe by then I can learn how to get past that damn weaverward. I'm not sure."

"I will give you a week, in exchange for your word."

"And I will give you my word, in exchange for your help"

"I may not be able to break that ward, but I can try to help. But you? You must protect the girl."

"there are two things I intend to take out of this place with me if someone doesn't beat me to it. That formula, and the girl. I, Sir Bellamy Stiles ap Eiluned do hereby swear to see the child now known as Sadie safely out of here within the week in exchange for this aid you offer."

"I hear and recognize your oath, Sir Bellamy. Now - tell me of these wards. I have a thought or two."

"Not here, down the hall...to the left and north, a red door."

"Aye." A soft hissing sound, the faintest scrabble...

Indeed, the servant comes in, and yes, cans of cleaning fluid and sprays at the ready. Bellamy walks by the boggan and makes a small cantrip. When the boggan uses it next, she finds she has it postiioned wrong and gets a facefull of Lysol

Oh, had Zara seen, she would have appreciated that!

And Zara makes her way...

And follows the directions. She finds the door open a crack, and hears "Come in," Bellamy's voice? Did he know she was there truly or just saying it now and then to seem clever? Eiluned sometimes have almost sluagh like leanings

She takes a deep breath - a risk, again - and slides inside. Bellamy sees a pale and now-dusty figure, all grey gauze and white hair save those large, black eyes.

Bellamy is alone. It's his eyes back to a high sparkle of curiosity. The room here is indeed deserted, a sunken room for coffee or a brandy with a fire place, NOT a balefire. "Shut the door behind you please. I wanted to show you this."

The door shuts with a soft click, and she warily approaches.

He takes a bit of water from a glass, and throws it onto the back wall of the fire place. The breaks open like the mouth of a wailing child, though minus the noise thankfully "Water to tricker mortar to break open untll it dries again. His lordship knows alchemy. " A bit envious. "But if I try to push past, I am rebuffed by a magic field. Weaverward."

"Many wards have a pass-phrase..."

"Or, mayhaps, it could be convinced that you are the Daireann...."

"I cannot affect glamour itself. I am so close, but no." A sigh "I've tried every pass phrase I know. I willow whispered the bricks."

Zara kenns, feeling the glamour before her. "And beyond, this very fireplace?"

"Beyond that, the chamber I seek, you can smell the chemicals. If the formula is anywhere, it's there."

"Aye...." She draws closer to the fire, her skeletal figure casting thin shadows.

Interesting, the way is open, but even with her night vision she cannot see much.

"What potion do you seek?" Idle curiosity. She examines the ward, eyes unfocusing as she tried to "read" the glamour.

"You understand I'm an Eiluned? If I share too much I start to get crosseyed," a smile, "But for your first name, I'd be happy to tell you. "

A soft chuff. "A secret for a secret. And... a careful asking."

"She does love that game. " fondly "So agreed then. I tell you what specifically I seek and you tell me your first name?" //She kens and reads the glamour. Dangerous indeed. Not only does it block, it might cry Clarion.

It's Soveriegn all right though

"Oh, tricky, tricky.... it seems a crier" She extends her hand towards the opening, as if feeling the heat of the fire. "Zara."

"I worried about that, the crying, not the name" He says, "The formula allows one to remember past lives easily, while it puts on in a trance and thus might put them at a disadvantage, I seek it more for the benefits it could lead for the house. Ancient treasures, restored arts. Imagine ...even we sidhe from Arcadia have a past before these bodies. Think on it, old friends who had forgotten you might know you again. or you might know them. Hold locations, ready to be relit. And the histories. "