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The Liam who approaches looks to be a weary old grump sidhe with gentle eyes. His aura of command is dimmed by his house but still there. He arrives soon, a gentle knock at the door

"Enter" Gruffydd declares "If that's you, Sir Knight"

The knight enters, and bows.

Brekke gives the elder sidhe a respectful nod, then looks to Frank to speak Liam to Liam if he's willing.

Frank nods to his House Brother.

"This is Sir Greggory Heartbalm, our healer" The Baron says "Sir, this is Baroness Brekke Shacklebreaker ap Gwydion, and Sir Franklyn of your own House."

"I've heard of both, but never had the pleasure" the Liam says "How can I assist?"

Frank repeats the story Brekke told; kidnapped mortal, blackmail of Countess of Renaissance.

"Did you say Regina Blaine?" The Knight says surprised "Yes. I know her. I've tried easing her soul, her banality"

The Baron frowns at this "I've warned you about that. It's dangerous."

A blink. This is a lucky coincidence.

"Warning is not forbidden, my liege" The old liam says with faux innocence

"How much was her banality eased, Sir Heartbalm?"

"Not as much as i hoped, Baroness " Sir Heartbalm admits "She was in danger of going colder. I took action though and she is a bit better, but not much."

"Do you know who has her?"

"Until you came I had no idea she was taken, Sir Franklyn" He answers, and his lovely face looks sorrowful. "If only... ah well"

"If only what?"

A frown, listening closely to her boon.

"Oh, if only I had paid closer attention to her. Watched her." there is something off, a near lie that Gwydion's book picks up. Definitely one of ommision

Brekke takes a step closer. "Tell us more, Sir Heartbalm." Her voice has gotten lower and her gaze is focused on him.

The Baron arches a brow "Yes, details, please"

"My Brother... please believe me. This is not a matter to dissemble about." Frank encourages in a low rumble.

"I do not want a commoner to face my baron's ire for aiding a near Autumn, but ... it seems I must" The Liam inclines his head in apology to all, "A sweet pooka wilder who saw me risking myself and inquired. Then offered to keep an eye out for the woman... the pooka boon was quite useful in helping it along, making Regina tolerable to be around."

"What pooka?"

"Annabelle, a tuxedo cat pooka, sweet young lady" He says "No pranks from her, she just liked hearing an old Liam talk"

Brekke's frown deepens. "I think this pooka may not be as 'sweet' as you have come to believe."

"Where can we find her?"

"I've her number if you like," The Liam says "Not sweet? But she even listened to Regina talk, got her to open up about her past and family... and Regina is not one to trust strangers that I could observe"

Frank glances at Brekke. Bingo

A frustrated sigh. "The pooka boon of encouraging confidential speech seems to have worked very well on her. And perhaps on you." Her ire is building. "Yes, we need her number, but also whatever location you have met her at."

"And every other detail."

"Mm." A nod of agreement with Frank.

The Baron frowns at his vassal, "Your kind heart has been used against you, Sir. Assist them to the full, and I will see what... chastisement I much administer. I care for you like a beloved Uncle, but I cannot rule justly and show favoritism"

Sir Greggory accepts this "You are always just, my liege. " He looks at Frank and Brekke And shows his phone. It reads '555-8895'. Then he goes on "We met at a Starbucks not too far from where Regina lives. " He gives the address "And once at a park." that too.

Frank takes notes, asking for pen and paper if needed.

Brekke asks, "Who arranged the meetings? You or her?"

"She is a Tuxedo Catpooka, so her mein is quite dapper, her mortal mein has a short bob of a hair cut of raven black. Her eyes are greenish hue, about five five" A pause as he considers "In our history, Annabella chanced onto me at first, but soon began inviting me and picking the times. She paid for the teas and coffees."

"Have you met with her recently? Or do you have a meeting coming up?"

"Not in sometime" he admits

"Mm." She nods. "She no longer needs you," she points out, bluntly. "That makes contacting her more difficult."

Sir Greggory looks to all three "A mortal has been endangered through me. I betrayed all House Liam stands for. How can I assist to help save Regina?"

The Baron mmmphs "You are currently at the disposal of our two guests. They will decide how you will serve. I will judge later."

A nod of thanks to the Baron. "We will take our leave and continue our search. Baron, we thank you for your assistance."

The old knight looks ashamed. Frank understands for him this is indeed as low as a Liam go without WILLFUL betrayal of the ideas

"Will you come with us, Sir?" he asks Heartbalm, not unkindly.

"I would embrace it, House Brother " Gratitude in his eyes "We must help Regina. "

"if Regina IS hurt, I can think of fear better at healing than Sir Greggory" The Baron admits and allows

Frank's temper is much better kept than Brekke's. She nods again the Baron, and says, "Excuse us. We must take our leave." She turns, and without another word heads for the exit.

"May Da'an favor your hunt, Sister Falcon" The Baron says stoicly

Brekke pauses only briefly to ensure that the knight is following with Frank.