#anywhere

The two wait

Brekke remains still and passive, but Frank can sense the impatience she's working to control.

After some time, she quietly murmurs to Frank, "Perhaps that was a misstep. It forces us to be more direct in our questions, as the Baron knows we have a cause we are pursuing." Her brow remains furrowed with the creeping incursion of self-doubt.

"Mm. I'm sure he will be as helpful as he can be." Frank is on guard and very very careful . Frank scans the corners and ceiling causally.

It's lovely in here, celtic patterns in the wood work

Brekke notes the woodwork distantly, distractedly.

And then, the servant returns "This way, please. He'll see you now"

"Thank you." Brekke rises and follows, making brief eye contact with Frank before moving along.

Frank follows.

They enter a parlor. Baron Gruffydd is, of course, handsome. He's a sidhe after all,with hair the color of bronze touched gold and eyes that remind one of waterfalls frozen in winter. He is dressed in finary, but there is a warrior's sword at his side that is NOT ceremonial. He turns with a flourish of his cape "Amazing. Forgive me, Baroness. It's not often one meets a legend of the House so renowned. "

"Baron." No fancy flourishes, simply a bow. "This is Sir Franklyn, and we are both very grateful for your willingness to meet with us."

"How could I not, Are you sure you can't stay? I would love to have you at the Court, both of you"

"Baron, it would be a great honor, and once our current work is complete, we will be glad to accept."

Frank offers a bow to the Baron as he is introduced.

"Ah, by then my session maybe over, but... what work do you speak of? Falcons must help falcons after all"

"We come seeking information, and Baron, I must ask that this remain confidential."

A nod "Given your work against the Dark Houses, and that of Sir Franklyn fighting the same, I will honor that"

He gestures miming locking a door, and a cantrip flares behind them "Any eavesdroppers in the halls will announce themselves"

(Pause)