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Bachdion rubs his horned brow "Was a time I did that lilght and easy... "

August isn't sure where they are, but he can see the ocean

And crowds.

out on the beaches. Bachdion smiles, "This way. "

" I thought it was very skillfully done, sir." August says earnestly."Ah... where are we?" He looks around for signs.

"The Caribbean, or the Fiefs of Bright Paradise if you prefer" He says "Barbuda to be exact"

" who are we meeting?"

"Her name is Tripp O Lee, be nice, please. " He smiles

They make their way to what appears to be a woman with set of bongo drums. her age is hard to place, it could be anywhere from 30 to 50 depending on how she smiles. She has a neo-pagan hippie kind of vibe going.

"I think it's a charming name...." as they approach.

He watches Bachdion for cues.

"Dion? DION" The woman prances up from her drums and gives the satyr a hot kiss, "I knew you said you were coming, but hey, to actually see you."

....and he hangs back.

"Good to see you again too" he smiles

Then turns "This is August. The..."

The woman stares "fellow you told me about..wow..the shining host always give me a headache"

Alarmed eyes at Bach..... Dion.

"She can see us as we really are, my friend, she can enchant herself" Bachdion says

Now he looks, awed, at the lady in question.

And yes, now she's glowing, "Hey, it's a double edge... to see, I have to be." Trip O Lee explains, "My god, you guys are mouth watering. You're one of hte nice ones though, or Dion wouldnb't have risked me with meeting you"

"Ah. Well.... thank you." Respectfully.

"August had a nasty encounter. I know there are rules, but I was hoping you'd bend them for my sake," Dion says "Is this place private?"

"Out here? Just off the beach, near a blanket with drums?" A grin she says"Yeah."

"Cop a squat" She advises others to take a seat.

August does with an innate grace.

She taps the drums lightly, a hearbeat soft beat, but August can feel power in it "Consider it cover," She explains, "So, what can I do you for? And, not to be rude, what's the payment?"

"Do you like antiques?" Bachdion leers playfully

August, a bit nervy at the power of the beat, stays quiet.

For a moment.

"The questions are mine. But I am not familiar with .... how this is done."

"Well, favor for a favor, or knowledge for knowledge maybe? But if you're willing t trust we can put it on a favor later you repay, or Dion does or whatever..." Tap beat light tap "I'm an easy going chick."

He goes for a stoic look when he glances at Dion.

"AUgust is a man who follows our rules pretty firmly, doesn't like to share info. He'd probably alarmed by how much you already know. However," A smile, "He is a scribe and librarian and might have access to non changeling related lore that you might find intriguing. "

"Yeah? I'm normally about feeling , experiencing, not so much the books" the woman points out.

"Through books, we stand on the shoulders of Giants." He says in quiet but firm and respectful opposition.

"ALso, you can't say the other traditions won't be interested in it, so think of it as a transferable treasure," Dion points out

She laughs, "You know what, you got a deal. What do you want to know, August?"

"Ah." Perhaps nonplussed, he blinks. But.....

"First... what can you share about... yourself?"

"is he hitting on me?" She asks Bachdion with amusement.

"Don't take it personal, Trip O Lee, but I bet it never even occurred to him to try." The satyr says

And the mouth watering guy Blushes.

"Pan, what a waste," She says with a sigh, then says "Well, my name is Tripp O Lee, not my given name, and not my true name. I'm a member of the Tradition known as the Cult Of Ecstascy, of a society in that tradition known as the Fellowship of Pan. I'm blonde..ish. I'm a Leo. I like dancing, playing the drums and getting off."

The Guy looks like he wants to take notes, BADLY, and isn't. But he sure is listening.

And maybe learning more than he asked..... wanted.

"Pan." He settles on.

"Ah. What... what do you mean by Pan?"

"The Greek God? Birthed the Satyrs?" She looks surprised "You don't know greek mythgology?"

A shy smile. "I do. Very well."

"My apologies, I'm learning how to ask these questions. What does the Fellowship of Pan mean? In terms of a reference?"