#baronyofthesilverwolf

Darkgate warriors would never, EVER, storm into someone else's barony and act like they were protecting it ... officially.

But what some 'off duty' Darkgate soldiers do on their R&R and where they go? that's their choice right?

And if a few soldiers were 'voluntold' to enjoy themselves in the town proper, buy some merch, enjoy the food. Well, that's just how it goes. They hear the theatre is good

Why they're even dressed semi casual

And they are under orders to mind their manners

If any seek to shop at Changeling-owned local businesses, they may be disappointed. Curl up and Dye is shuttered. A-to-Z Housewares is closed. Chatterbox Diner is still open! Does anyone dare try to ask the hulking Line Cook /Proprietor if he has the sniffles? Go on, dare.

A few go in to try Al's food. They're commoners themselves

He eyes the influx of new faces warily, but as long as they don't start trouble, he serves them with the same surly attitude as any. And the food is GOOD.

A sly looking weasel pooka who looks fit and healthy, goes pale at the sight of the warriors "flooding in", and makes himself SCARCE.

The soldiers make a note of the weasal. One troll frowns ,and reaches into his poicket and puts more money down for Al "We're not here to drive out paying customers. Even shifty ones like that"

He grunts. "He pays. Here. He knows better. What he does elsewhere, ain't my problem."

The trolls nod

He looks at the money, and shoves it into a pocket, but then also slaps down slices of pie on the table. Lest it be seen as a bribe, it seems. Or perhaps his own code, whatever that may be.

The pie isn't as good as Marseillus's, not by a long shot, but there's something special about pie and coffee in a diner.

A thoughtful look in his sunken, beady eyes. Eventually he grunts. "You get the grippe, you stay the hell out of here." There is a beat up "mask" poster on the door, the same that was posted on every business back in the height of the pandemic, though no longer enforced... if it was ever enforced here.

"Understood. We're just a group of guys off duty having a nice time getting to know a nice town during a bad time" Trolls don't 'wink' that often, and he doesn't now, but it's implied.

They do enjoy the pie and coffee. And then thank him, and head out

The dishes are cleaned up, and after a moment's thought, the table is sanitized with bleach, rather than just a swipe of a dish rag. Desperate times, desperate measures.

The trolls do put on masks as they patrol..err R&R

There is a bit of a hubbub down on 4th and Poplar. An argument at the door of a business that is getting louder!

A female troll from 'the guys' goes to check it out. To mortal eyes she's a 23 year old woman with striking green eyes and blonde hair.

She wears a shirt that says 'My eyes are WAY up here'

There is a whip-thin and pissed off nocker grump in the doorway, blocking the way in - the sign says CLOSED, but the woman with the cropped and highlighted bob haircut and polarized sunglasses is arguing back at her.

"And I said, your sign says OPEN on Wednesdays, and it's Wednesday, even if you are incapable of seeing a calendar, and business hours are open, and you have MY property in there!"

The Nocker Flares, but she is... trying to hold back her ire, for some reason? Rather than shouting, she hisses in a low tone. "And I told you to FUCK off. We're closed! If you knock on the goddamn door One. More. Time..."

The troll woman kens cropped/highlight bob hair cut

She's a mortal, and a snotty one at that.

The Nocker looks about ready to murder her, perhaps quietly.

The troll looks to see if the mortal woman came in a car

There's an SUV, an expensive one, parked across several spaces.

It's actually idling, and a yapping chihuahua screams in the front passenger seat.

YII! YII! YII! Even Gwen might have trouble finding anything pleasant about this 'dog'.

The female troll smiles... and while the bob cut is distracted, gets into the SUV. She can risk a vermin bite and she drives off two blocks. Hopefully the bobcut lady won't get a look at her, but WILL notice her car just left

Zelda is not slow, and SHE notices this - and snaps back at the woman, "You want your damn stuff? I'll get it for you!" The door slams, and the lady is preoccupied with banging on the door and threatening to call the police - until Zelda returns, and THROWS the record player out the door! It smashes on the paved lot into many, many smaller pieces.

A shriek from the woman, and she tries to gather them up, not even realizing at first that the car is gone. Then, she DOES... and turns in a circle. "What... where? My CAR! Fendi? Where are you? Fendi!"

Well, that's not what the female troll expected and she may have missed some off the show. SHe goes two blocks, leaves it where it can be found. And parks it. Turning the ingnition off, putting the key in the glove box, and wiping the wheel she steps out to walk back to the store.

By the time she returns, the nasty woman has left, and the Nocker is glaring at the mess.

She looks up and then realizes, accusatorily, "YOU'RE not Danica."

"And whoever you are, you're late!"

The troll looks surprised, then shrugs "Would you prefer I didn't show up at all?" She asks behind her mask "Call me Heilwig"

"I texted Danica an HOUR ago!" Zelda scowls. "She's supposed to deal with this sort of riff raff. GodDAMN, it wasn't the furkin' players fault. I'll box it up and have it shipped back to hell or wherever she was from or is going. ADLER is supposed to deal with the front of house, but he's got the goddamned PLAGUE."

"As you can imagine, things are swamped for everyone" Heilwig answers "I tried to lead your trouble maker off. Is there anything else I can do for you?"

"Yeah!" She scowls, then begrudgingly, "You got any of that thera-flu shit? The drug stores around here are sold out, and Adler - that's my partner, see, he's got a fever what won't break. He's nattering on nonesense like a gorram pooka."

"Actually, yeah" Heilwig says , one advantage of having come from another town was that they have some . SHe is wearing a fanny pack and woe betide most who give her grief about it. She pulls out her fanny pack and offers it up "Anything in there is yours. " Theraflu, aspirin, a spare mask

"And then fuckface mcgee comes in and pounds on the door when I thought he might finally sleep!"

Cussing after the direction the woman left in.

She snags the Thera-flu and one of the bottles of fever reducer. "You ain't half-bad, Hedwig. Tell you what, if you catch this damned shit and keel over, I'll send REAL nice flowers to the wake." Is that a thanks? It might be a thanks.

"It's Heilwig, and I like orchids and irises because I too am a delicate feminine flower." She nods "Anyone else needing theraflu?"

"Fucked if I know. Lady Snowball has a shitlist of everyone in town. Ain't this her job?"

"Oh you know how it is, messages get dropped. Tell you what, I'll head to another town and see if I can buy a butt load more of thera flu and port it back to this town. Be a bit but sounds necessary"

"Yeah, you do that." She turns and the door snaps shut behind her. Then, glaring out, "Don't bother me again. If you need to knock on any doors..." She reluctantly gives a few names of other fae in town that should probably be checked on.

She makes a note of them all, and spreads word.

So it is that trolls show up at these spots, knock on the door, and back away, leaving theraflu and fever reducers at these houses where changelings are.

As for Silverwolf itself, a large crate of theraflu shows up an hour later many packages gleaned from other areas with a note : For you and your subjects. Courtesy of your Allies and the symbol of Dark Gate