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Frank likewise shakes his head.

Shortly, Vali comes out in new clothes, "Guess I'll skip the man scaping today"

"Thank you." Gratefully. Frank has a toiletry kit, a leather bag that shows many years of use. He steps into the tiny bathroom with it.

"The stubble means you mean business."

Vali nods "Good. Because I do. " A pause, "Dagmar... you're going to see a side of me in this that's not going to ...let's just say I'm not nice to Thallian."

"They're monsters, right? And they beat up a kid."

"Yes. And yes. Thallian aren't unseelie, or even Unseelie without a seelie side... they're tied to the forces of Fomorian elder dark"

"So, with them? I don't grant mercy. I don't hestitate, and my house tends to lure them like a flame. As soon as I get close, they're going to know i'm in the area. "

"So I have a plan. I'll share it with you and Frank when he comes out"

"Yeah?"

"Sounds like you are gonna be bait."

"You're a smart cookie, Lady knight" He nods

Frank is efficient, and soon reappears; cleaner, and a change of shirt.

"Frank, I'm gonna be bait" He says it

Vali gets an eyebrow.

And goes on "House Beaumayn is sensed by these bastards. So.. a bit of fake blood, torn jeans... I dress the part of a wounded Son of the Dark Star... and you can bet they'll be after my ass. You guys hang back a little....and we spring the trap"

"Any dead Thallian is good.... but we -are- looking for a few in particular, and we need information from him/her/them."

"Can't Ogres smell the difference between real and fake blood? Olgar says real ogres got noses like bloodhounds. No brains, good noses."

"If need be I'll bleed some. And my thought is we know what streets Jack mentioned, so try it there"

Frank frowns, thinking, then nods. "Alright."

"Thanks. Now.. when do we want to start?"

"Now?"

Frank nods. "Now."

"Now," He nods "I'll get my 'someone beat the shit out of me' costume on" And he opens his bag

Eyebrow.

"What?" At the brow

"I expect you to, like, have a collection of very circumstance-specific hats in there..."

"Stepping out to the Rig for a moment."

A smirk "oh if I but had the room"

"Be careful, Frank"

He nods and steps out.

"You need, like, a bag of holding."

Frank returns fully armed and outfitted; he resembles a white Viking.

Vali changes again, and comes out... his armor hidden by voile that looks blood soaked. His face seemingly bruised, heck, one of his eyes looks dangerously red as if bloodfilled

"Oh... should I put on my plate? I brought it..."

"I would if I were you, we could get up in a nasty fight"

Frank nods. "Some protection, yes, Dagmar."

"Ok, I'll get it. It's in the truck..."

Frank nods and lets her past, and watches from the door way as she gets her gear.

Vali looks at Frank "She's eager to go"

He nods.

"Frank. You do know this isn't a pretty side of me?"

"I know." Without judgement.

A nod "Okay."

He paces... eager to go.

Dagmar emerges, armored, helm under her arm.

Frank nods to Vali. "May as well meet her out there."

"Yep" And he heads out, taking the stairs

Frank checks the door; secured, he heads down after Vali.

When they meet the Gwydion, Vali nods "Looking prepped and ready champ. You guys hang a half block behind me?"