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"Oh, well, The Fellowsphip is an ancient group that joined the Cult of Ecstasy. It is rooted deeply in the traditions of Dionysus and ancient Greece that consort with Fae and actually initiate their members by the wild parties of the Satyr."

He LOOKS at Dion.

Bachdion shrugs "What?"

"Have you.....?"

Tripp breaks into a laugh.

A crestfallen handsome boy.....

"Of course."

Bachdion pats his shoulder, "Yes. I've been to the parties. I've helped..initaite. It's all consensual, the Estatics are insistant on that"

"Good." firmly.

"Dion and I go way back, back when I was new. Trust me... we had a mutually good time"

Red cheeks. "I'm sure. That is, I.... yes."

He clears his throat, tries again. "I... have had an experience. One where a will.... I'm sorry, I don't know how to call it..... I felt a tickle, then met with someone and a few others, and lost time, and .....I know he cast Tarot as a kind of ... ah. Spell?"

"Could easily be a spell... tarot huh? Whew, that's not a rare foci" She ponders.

"I... I only want to help people. I am concerned this ... person is looking at, targeting, innocents."

"Mmm.. " A thought "Okay. I think I can form a mental link, read your memory of the moment, save you the trouble of trying to sort it out."

"I would like to have that trouble, thank you."

"is he saying yes or no?" The Mage looks at Bachdion.

"I THINK he's passing on the mind link" A look to August to be sure

The boy nods. "My mind.... Is my own. Thank you, though."

She spreadss her hands "Then I need more details verbally. WHat did the guy say, what were the conditions? the surroundings?"

August describes everything as best he can... with respect and obedience to Liam and the Escheat.

She snaps her fingers, "Three to one odds you're dealing with the Order of Hermes!" A grin

"Because of the Tarot?"

"Because of their Code and how he got alarmed when he found out you weren't human.. something you said he said..." She explains "It sounded like the Code of Hermes... part of it is "I shall not through action or inaction endanger the Order, nor consort with devils or undead, nor anger the fae.""

"The Order." Putting a pin there.

"The Order of Hermes, think Freemasons whose ceremonies work" She says "At least in style. They are very ritualistic, real stick up their asses. They like to claim to be first among traditions, we like to give thyem the bird, but they're powerful sons of bitches, and know a lot of occult knowledge."

A sheepish look at Dion.

Bachdion grins "And how to they relate to the fae?"

"They claim to have some old alliances with the Kings and Queens of Faerie kind" SHe says "The nobles or sidhe, which" A glance to August "but clearly not all of them. Heck, one of the Houses in them used to study nothing but fairy magic , but I don't know what happened. If I had to guess, that proffessor is looking to see who might be a good mage one day, recruiting for the order"

"Do not confuse that with the New World Order, Men in Black looking guys but a lot nastier than Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith. They're part of the Technocracy and they do more than wipe your mind, they get you to love Big Brother" A warning

A frown.

"Thank you for saying." Politely.

"Hey, Fae are kind to me..wild and dangerous, but you guys are important, you hold back a locked world where wonder and passion are crushed."

"Ah. Well."

"Is... should I have concerns?"

"About this Order of Hermes? Well ,they're intriguing manipulative assholes, but it sounds like this guy was at least as scared of you as you are worried about him"

"If you want to risk it, confront him. As a sidhe lord, evoke the Wyrd and make sure he knows those mortals are of concern to you, but it's risky. Or pretend you've forgotten and no worries . Anyone he wants to see if they can awaken should be folks he's actually hoping to cultivate..albeit into a hard life in someways. Sleepers snooze through a war they never see."

Dion gets a LOOK.

Bachdion sighs "I know, I know, look August, the Fellowship predates the Escheat. And besidesl, they can self enchant. "

The boy looks pained.

"Yes, Sir."

"I'm sorry, Ma'am, but... I can't do that."

"Can't do which?" she asks

"Confront him. Or forget."

"Oh, both" She says "Well, I'm sure ther'es a third option. You do you, August of the Shining Host." She says "Now, as for my payment, since you will not share lore on Fae, what might you share lore on? History of men lost to modern Academia would suit me fine"

August swallows. "What would you ask of me? I will find and deliver it."

A look at Bachdion, from her, then she glances back "Easy, hot angel man, I trust you to find something suitable. It wouldn't be knowledge I didn't iknow about if I could name it, would it?"

He tries again. "I am..... what I might share from what I can know is not my own knowledge. It is.... learned from others. I'm sorry, I want to provide you recompense." Earnestly. "I just am not sure how."

"Dion, help him find something suitable, will you?" She says "his Aura is so focused it could be a laser"

The boy is clearly lost at that.....