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Frank follows her, eshu flopping.

EDIT:..everyone left down here deals with dark energy.. Symon feels resentment for how he's treated like a damn daisy flower

The Eshu sleeps..but the Eiluned hisses "Idiot commoners"

"Sacrifice a treasure to the flame!" Brekke bellows, in hopes that the message gets to them before she does.

Frank scowls, growling, as he pats his pockets for a treasure.... any treasure.... anything that would work.....

And there is a sound of breaking glass and a scream

and for a moment, it's like a disco ball all over... shafts of light, not just in the dungeon, arching, dancing

and fueling a flame

THe hold comes alive, if unclaimed!

Brekke can't afford to be stunned by this. She must get to the balefire.

And Symon feels something call to him *Tear the mistletoe, show them how strong you are! Do it. I give you the world if you do it!(*

Symon squeezes his eyes shut and clings to the beam, letting the light and flames go washing over him, and then squints to see the Darkness...

He scowls, a hand reaching for the mistletoe... and then he shakes his head and... lets go, falling down from the beam, and out of reach from the temptation.

and then voice shuts the bleep up

And Brekke comes out to see the balefire burning bright.. still blue, unclaimed, but strong.

And with only shards where once was a powerful glass arm, the Squire looks up "Did..did it work?"

He looks as if he is nearly drained of glamour

Frank -STARES- at Colton.

The Gwydion lady knight says "He refused to take rulership of it... said he promised... "

The pooka said "And then he pissed himself"

"Thus marking his territory"

Symon manages to twist with the fall in a way that Lovecraft approves of, and lands with only a light thump. He looks to the Eilunid, rubbing at his eyes still smarting from the lights. "Go on then, can't let them start the arguing up again without you."

The Eiluned looks at him, "Did you know some Eiluned can trace cantrips and glamour with great accuracy? We can tell, for example..when someone resists mental cantrips."

A shrug. "Us creeping doom types know each other, I guess. And I don't fall for my own tricks." A wry smile.

"Mmm.. " She smiles

Rubbing at his eyes a bit, he starts up the stairs. "C'mon, or we'll miss the show. And you still gotta get your bid in the ring."

"It should be interesting... by the way... " She hands him a card "For later"

And up they go.

Frank crosses to the squire and bends to scoop him up, careful of the arm-shards and without crushing the eshu around his neck.

That means he has to put him his blade, but....

Colton gasps "Did ..did it work?" He is scooped pu

They may notice that the great sword the squire came with is in the Gwydion Sidhe's hands

"Colton...." Brekke moves to him as Frank does. "It worked. It worked very well." She rests a hand on his arm just above the broken glass.

"You did well, Squire." Gently.

Symon arrives, and stands a bit back, eyeing the scene. "I guess the sword would have been more difficult to break..." He whispers to the Eilunid. And, he discretely palms and pockets a piece of the glass.

"Boy. I hope Sylvi and Sparrow are impressed" He says

"They will be." Frank assures him.

"I..traded the sword" The Squire says ? Did he hear the sluagh?

"it's true" the Gwydion sidhe said, "Ailil's Woe is a dragon bane weapon, but it is also sacred to House Gwydion. I noticed it, and asked. He ..haggled, honorably mind you"

Brekke frowns and closes her eyes, reciting a verse about the wolf Fenris, and the arm lost to its darkness, bunking to heatherbalm what she can for the boy.

Frank shifts him so she can lay her hands on him.

"And what did he get in return?" A raised brow.

Or hand, at any rate.

"The Chieftain would have my support on pushing for a troll lodge here"

She explains.

The heatherbalm begins it's work...

Stonehands approaches.. slowly watching... and as the Chieftain touches the square, he takes his hands to join in

Brekke glances over to the Gwydion and then to Stonehands as he adds his power to the healing.

And Brekke's silver hand glows, gleams, like new as it is healed. But more... Stonehands takes a bit of the broken glass, some of the silver excess, and stone from below and molds it, his rocky hands twirling it like dough. IT should not mix... yet somehow it does...