#anywhere

He glances around - if Wencesles is present, he gives a little shake of his head, indicating that HE is not asked to leave. And neither is Siv...

And the boggans and staff scatter

Siv does hang back, respectfully

But doesn't leave. Wencesles hangs in a shadow and watches since he's allowed

Gray is halted by a touch on his arm - a Scathach knight, with iron hair and scruffy beard. He on one side, Siv on the other.

Wenceslas gets a nod of approval from Sparrow.

Gray takes his spot and waits

He inhales, then looks to Sparrow. Well, he only meets her gaze for a moment, before settling somewhere roughly around her left shoulder as a safe spot. It's not Liam uneasiness - he's spent time enough around Colton and Frank to get over that. She's just... too much to behold.

"The Baron had amongst his belongings a treasure, a chain that binds and enslaves sluagh. You said that you would consider a petition. Maybe it would be better to go back and confer with my cousins and present something official and well written and elegant on aged parchment... but I didn't think it could wait. It shouldn't wait." A hard swallow.

"The chain which had bound you, and you used to aid me. Yes."

"Dougal forged at Varich request, they aren't just chains. They are something more. We suspect that.... Lady, they... they deny our birthright, make us less than what the dreaming made us to be - and they... they squirm, they move with us, as if they were of us." Desperation tinges his voice. "We fear that there may be somehow some essence or soul of sluagh trapped within for the making of such a thing."

"Are you asking me a boon?"

His head drops lanky hair covering his face for a moment. "Yes." He whispers. "Let me take the chain. Not for my own use, but so that it can never be used again."

Siv nods slowly

She considers, and nods. "I cannot deny a boon, and must pay that debt. I suppose the Varich must be disappointed."

His head jerks up in surprise.

"Gray, see to it that Symon of Rivervale is given the treasure chain, to do with as he sees fit."

And he gums at his lip for a moment. "She held the chain, and could have kept it. Maybe not for long. But... she let it go. I can't really make any promises but...." He thinks for a moment longer. "I know many who are keen researchers. And who would loathe to think of themselves in a Varich debt. Perhaps if there is any mention of a treasure of that house... one that is NOT tied to my own kith... if I were to find such information. I would give it to her."

And a little dryly. "Surely they must have more to them than this one stupid grudge."

"Of course, Baroness. I'll tend to it now. " Sir Grey says

"The Varich grudge is one that runs deep, and I can only hope that you do not draw further ire. But your boon is granted, and my debt is paid."

"Baroness." He bows, gratitude in his whisper. "I hope you've found what you're looking for here."

Siv says "Baroness, if a boon exists to Baroness Nadeen, and I think it might to a less degree, perhaps another treasure or favor? A writ of thanks?? It might ease her frustration"

It is good that Symon's head is bowed, because it hides the roll of his eyes. Nadeen didn't even do anything but show up and flirt! But, not his call...

"I seem to recall the Varich being here to court the former Baron, but perhaps I misread?"

"I suspect a Ruse, your excellency.. to get the chain and aid me. Though perhaps I give my lovablity too much credit" Siv admits "But she did make Symon's own actions possible regardless"

Symon gives a reluctant nod, affirming what he had earlier said, and which may not have been readily seen from Sparrow, aloft and battling.

"I will trust you on this, then."

Sir Gray returns with the Chain "This is the object I suspect." YeAh, Symon knows that one intimately now

"Thank you, Gray."

He starts to reach out, then shudders. "M-maybe, a bag?"

"Of course" He says.

"Got it" Siv offers a satchel "Should fit in this"

"It is a distasteful thing."

He whispers to Siv. "Please, could you? I don't..." He doesn't want to act the craven, not here, in front of the Baroness. But he can't bring himself yet to touch it.

Siv says in a clear voice "And thank you for letting me do the honors, Symon" As if it's pleasure to put this thing away herself. Maybe, maybe it is.

He nods, and accepts the satchel once firmly closed. "Thank you, Knight Captain. I think." He give a gummy, rueful smile. "I owe you one."
For more than just that simple act, it seems.

"I wouldn't want to take up any more of the new Baroness's time." A polite request to be excused, and not seem eager to flee.

She nods. "Fair travels as you return home. Do tell Anne Marie hello from me, would you?"

"Good travels, Symon" A whisper "you've done us proud, and I bet the sluagh are pleased too"

He nods. He WAS curious to hear what, if any, Boon the Baroness might have granted Nadeen, but...

He gives Wencesles a bow and whispers. "You've suffered under this far more that I did. Your strength made it all possible." I couldn't have done that, his voice leaves unsaid. "We'll be in touch."

Oh, yeah! Wencesles is still here. He can ask that guy for an update later. Maybe he HAS been missing out by skipping tea and listening in on the sluagh chain of info thing.

And he heads out, and to another room for a bit.

Wencesles bows back, his own eyes grateful. And yes, he's probably going to be a good source

And Sparrow turns back to planning - much to do!

Siv says "Baroness. .I know you have much to think on, but if I might show you something in another area?"

"Oh?"

And, if Sparrow allows, Siv escorts her "Forgive me if you already knew this... but I took the liberties of restraining some of those trying to help you. " She turns down one hallway where light comes in on one side from window like openings.. minus the glass... and.. there is a long stretch of stone wall, smooth "See, I thought instead of tapestries, you might prefer to oh I don't know..paint down the entire lenghth of it as muse struck ye?"

A little flutter of golden wings. "Oh... oh, that could be delightful... can you see how the sun would enter?"

"Not as well as you can see it I imagine" Siv smiles. Feeling a bit pleased with herself, then she admits "I .. may have told one or two you paint and they said something about supplies Soo ah.. if you end up with a wagon load of turquoise shimmer, eggwhite, and rapture red, .. my bad?"

"There are worse things. Oh, there's SO much inspiration out here! To think, this is how it looks in November, can you imagine spring?" She leans out the window.

"I think you need to worry about the summmers" Siv says "You may roast. " A smile "On the plus side, bikini weather?"

"This is close to bikini weather, frankly."