#baronyofthesilverwolf

Once she has it grounded, she destroys it with several more whacks, then shovels it up to carry outside and look for the trailer.

And it goes DOWN! Fizzles and pops, the delicate machinery crumpling under her blow, but it still buzzes, a little red light flashing on an off near a lens....

and nope, now it's just a pile of cracked metal and misc. parts. Bweeeeeoooop. Fzzzzzzsssht.

In the distance, one can hear a knight yell "The FANGS OF SILVERWOLF ARE UPON YOU!"

A howl goes up from the kennels - it might sound like a pack of beasts surrounds them! Answering neighs and stomps from the stable!

Somewhere, a radial tire dies.. horribly!

Willy hastens back towards the trailer.

And there's a snarl of dogs ...

and shortly, a nocker is being marched towards the Freehold

Not Willy, of course. This guy is stripped down to his undies, hands behind the back of his head

"I didn't do furking anythin... just admiringg these beautiful animals.. that's not a furking crime"

Willy joins in the march, carrying exhibit A.

"Look ah, the drone, It's a hobby.. a furking hobby"

"uh huh" the knight says "RIIIGHT"

"Feh. Hobby? Sounds like you have too much time on your hands, S'all good though. Get the feeling you're going to be real busy, real soon."

Heading in, they find Linnea walking back down the stairs, coming from the upper wing where the nobles quarters - well, the Baron and Chancellor's, at least, are located. She scowls at the stripped nocker, and gives a glance between Willy and Delorean.

"Is this some sort of prank?"

"Fruit of the Looms here had a drone zipping into the stables, scaring the horses. Willy noticed it, and the vechile with t he horse trailer attached. She took out the drone, I lanced a good year"

Willy displays exhibit A.

"Crazy bitch attacked my ride without provication, it's a hobby" the nocker says

Linnea steps closer, looming, and asks in a deceptively calm voice, "You are calling a Knight of Silverwolf a bitch. While we have the finest kennels in Apples, I do not think she would appreciate the comparison. Rethink your answer to this, else perhaps I will introduce you to our bitches. Did you hear them howling? They haven't been fed."

A pause to let him consider, and then she asks, "Why are you here? The truth, if we have to have it gnawed out of your bones."

"Or, I could wake the Baron. He is not feeling well, and is not like to be as polite as me." She offers, with a mirthless smile, showing a hint of wolfish fangs.

He swallows "I heard there might be a centaur here" then he goes on "A brand new kith... GOLLY who wouldn't want to see it?"

Willie hands shovel and drone over and heads away inspect the trailer, carefully.

"Willy, please wait." Linnea asks, half a request.

"Golly?" the satyr blinks

Willie Waits.

A moment, and then Linnea follows Willy. "Dame, if you would bring him. I would see this trailer."

"On it, let's move, Fruity Looms... and 'golly'? really?"

She pushes the nocker along

"Look, I had a right to defend mysef" the intruder says "Besides, I missed"

"You missed what?" Linnea asks, as they approach the trailer. She goes to open the back - is it locked?

Nothing a troll couldn' rip apartt

the front is open, no lock on it.

"Oh he had a bolo launching crossbow" the satyr says

"Open it." She glowers at the Nocker, gesturing the the horse trailer. She COULD peel it open like a banana... but holds off for the time being.

"She took my PANTS" He protests.

"I totally did" Lavender reaches into the pants and finds the key. "Here we go"

Linnea is interrupted from inner recitation of the code of Dagda to prevent her from punching this fellow right in the smart mouth of his, and she nods appreciatively to Lavender. Unlocked the trailer, she looks inside.

"Why does a sight-see'r or Looky-Loo need a trailer? Or a crossbow, for that matter?" She asks as she observes.

Looks like there are net launchers, a bolo flinging crossbow... and a kind of nerfy bear trap here... there's ALSO the area for a horse... but with resttraints that no horse would need, for they're meant to bind arms .There's also gear for an IV to keep someone sedated while holding them up in a standing position.

"I've seen enough. Dame Lavender. I had thought to keep this guest under lock and key, until the Baron and Reeve have had a chance to discuss. But it seems that he has brought his own accommodations. Would you be so kind as to see him settled?"

Ducking as she backs out of the trailer, and gesturing to the restraints.

"KINKY... " the Dame approves... and shoves the nocker into the container "We'll get you a step ladder if I can't lower those binds a bit" She assures the nocker

"Oh for furk's sake...Look, how much will it cost me to get out of this? I got five hundred dollars"

"We'll consider that the lot fee for your trailer parking. You should thank the Dame." Linnea says dryly. "I'd have let you hang from them."

Checking the discarded pants for any ID, or failing that, the cab of the truck.

Professional that she is, it's not hard to find mortal ID, the title for the vehicle , and a map. The real joy might be a smart phone, but it looks funky, nocker touches

"Hm." She carefully picks that up, but doesn't mess with it - not until she can have Willy take a look. The ID and Map are more of interest at the moment.

A map of the US and parts of lower Canada... red circles... green circles.. and blue circles. Some sort of rating system, and Linae is sure it's related to Concordia more than the mortal world

She checks Carthage...

Yup. Green circle

Some higher raiting

A nod. This matches what she expected. "Lavender, keep an eye on our guest for a time? When Briar gets home, she can give you a break if he wants out for some exercise. He can stretch in the kennel yard if he wants. But until then, let him be as comfortable as his intended accommodations allow. I'll ask Willy to look at this," indicating the phone, "When she returns."