#baronyofthesilverwolf

Wudlig goes to deliver his ..discovery, to the Baron. While a knight himself, the Journeyman is aware that his Journeyman title use, and common kith have him often overlooked. NOrmally he likes that, but here he has duded up extra nice, and goes to ask for a meeting with the Baron as soon as can be arranged.

Wudlig finds that Lord Aiden is available, though he'll have to be met in the stables.

And that's fine by the Nocker, who approaches and bows "Your lordship. I bear ill newss, though hopefully it will not reach your lands"

He finds the Sidhe lord... knee deep in dirt and worse, and holding a pitchfork - not to stab some common folk, but... to pitch hay, it seems.

Is that... is that a SMILE on his face, just a small one? As he leans down to listen to the dog pooka there who is yapping the lord's ear off.

"And then, Spark here, he took off after Snow, because the monkey stole the apple that was supposed to be HIS treat, and Snow grabbed onto the tail of Farhowl, that's a Skywolf, and Farhowl YELPED acuz NO ONE likes their tail grabbed, and he took off flying, and Snow was dragged after him, and Spark was chasing Snow, and Farhowl thought Spark was chasing HIM and what kind of horse chases a wolf!" Connor is half doubled over in giggles.

And he stops and waits. He's met the kid, a bit. COnnor seems okay.

"Oh! Hullo Mister Pirate!" Connor's ears perk, and he turns to wave exuberantly at Wudlig.

Aiden straightens up as well. His smile fades to his normal cool expression, but he does seem to be in a good mood, at least, as far as it's possible to tell.

Wudling has both eyes, but they're behind a masks and.. the kid IS a pooka "Hello, Lord Howlington. You found that box I had buried, nice work"

"Sir Wudlig." Aiden says in greeting, and then a glance to Connor. "Pirate?"

"On account of his wooden leg!" Connor nearly falls over giggling at his own joke.

"Ah. Just so." Aiden reaches down and pats the boy on the shoulder. "Run along and play." Connor dashes off without further goading.

"Yes?" Aiden asks, once the boy has pranced off."

"Baron, it would appear that in various parts of Concordia, those who just entereed their dream dances have been abducted before the local lords or motleys in the area could come to their aid" He contineues "The abductors come in the form of driverless horseless carriages that send out a whip like coil, grab the newly aware Kithain, yank them in, and haul them away. I don't think we have any such going on here, but I thought it important to make sure you knew in case it should arise"

"Indeed?" He looks... intrigued. "Does this conveyance harm the fledges, or merely gather them to a new environ?"

"I imagine it is uncomfortable, but it takes them to I know not where, but clearly someone is trying to rob the rest of conccordia of fresh blood and new hopes. "

"Mm. Or perhaps they are rescuing the fledges from possible fallout from chimera or ne'er-do-wells attracted by their own dream dances, to be cosseted and properly instructed in the ways of the fae by the one who, one might say, rescued them." He suggests, in a reasonable tone.

"One must not jump to conclusions."

"I... uhm.. Baron, some of these thefts have been in front of other kithain trying to rescue them from the carriage"

"Yes, it is intriguing. I wonder if they have an advanced grasp of Soothsay on the hands of the one sending the carriages, to so accurately predict the location of new fledges. It is not simple, after all, or everyone would do it." He muses. "Or do they have a fleet in reserve, perhaps hiding in plain sight, across the entire country, with keen kenning sense awaiting possible dances? That would be quite an investiture of resources..."

He sounds quite intrigued by this idea.

"Actually, it's a high frequency Glamour burst acuator that reacts only to Dream Dances. NOt easy tech but possible"

"I must wonder, who told these other kithain that the fledges need rescuing?" Perhaps swayed by the fact that none of HIS fledges were so targeted. "Never the less, it is a novel idea. Very intrepid, and groundbreaking. Could you create such a device?"

"Err " Having mentioned the actuator, he realizes he may have painted himself into a trap "You want me to make a device that predicts dream dances, roams around, and grabs them as it starts? Do I Understand that, my lord?"

"Well, of course! It's a marvelous idea. Dream dances cause so much... mess, and trouble. Fledges often end up hurt by the very chimera their eruption summons from the dreaming. To have them neatly whisked away from the storm, and brought straight into the fold? That is a fantastic invention. How soon can I see a prototype?"

"Well, Baron. I would worry your ..fellow nobles of the landds they were taken from would not understand your furking genius...and might seek to make war. you might even, accidentally I'm sure, steal from.. a duke? or other higher ranking noble?"

A raised brow. "Could you not control the radius to patrol only our own lands? Perhaps you're not the craftsman I was led to believe."

Oh THAT gets him, "I could have a dozen drones relaying to a main dish that would be ready to sing the alert at a moment's notice, your lordship!. I'll fix you up somemthing so your knights will get an alert on what part of tthe barony it is in... "

A pleased nod! "Wonderful! I expect to see great things from you."

"And if you really want an automatic carriage thing of your own, I can do it, though I suggest it have means to set the person adbuctedd at ease. A chimera guide who assures them they're being taken to safety from enemies and the like"

"Oh, please, let us not say 'Abducted', rather, Conveyee, Passenger, Rescued Fledge... " He waves a hand a bit, "Much less triggering to those who are not willing to see the whole picture."

"Safety Relocation program?"

"Perhaps there should be a sentient driver, or a coachman?" He muses, then gives Wudlig a smile. "Ah, but there I go. I shall not tell the cook how to butter their bread."

"Acctually Baron I DO think the personal touch would be best. If you wnat me to make space for a driver of your chosing I'll see to it"

"I think I know the perfect driver." He gives Wudlig an expectant look.

"Let me know when it is ready to test, mmm?"

Wudlig blinks, now nervous about that expectant look "Well, of course I'll have to stay here for my work. The baroness has me busy, but.. glad you know who you want, Baron. And.. I'll let you know, my liege" He bows ready to be excused

He claps his hands together in enthusiasm, and excuses the Nocker to his work. "On one hand, the idea of a carriage not properly drawn with horses is a thing of disdain, but I wouldn't want to diminish the boy's excitment, now, would I? Nockers DO so love their gadgets."

The Baron ponders to himself as he finishes his work. How exciting this will be!

The nocker is gone.. though it is to his credit, as he leaps into the project, it is very possible he's going to end being the one who holds the bag.

(End Scene?)

(End scene!)

"Any news, Flo? " Nadeen says as Flo helps tighten up her corset but not too much. Corsets should not pinch, no matter what the movies make of them.

"Mere conjecture, my lady," She says "But one notices Dame Gladiola is..."

Flo bites her lilp, then says "I do believe, Baroness, that she is undergoing what many young women do this time of year when the are single and without suitors. A pining. I can not be sure, but she doesn't always pay attention to me, so I SEE her listening to those romantic audiobooks and so on."

Nadeen stops "Gwen? I mean, Dame Gladiola, is in a trollish sulk because no boys are asking her out?"

"So I suspect, my lady," Flo admits, "She's been watching, reading, and listening to romantic venues in great number in her spare time"

I could just STRANGLE trolls some days. It's Dagmar all over again "Has it not occurred to her, that to be approached, one has to be availablee? Rather than say, constantly at kennels even when off duty, or in one's room or on footpaths with dogs no one else ever takes? You.. you have to be where other people are on your free time ?"

"I don't think it has, my lady," Flo fights a smile.

"Right. Go downstairs, make sure Gwen is nearby with her ears unplugged, and, on MY behalf, ask Julius, in a CLEAR voice, for a list of noble knight bachelors who are currently looking for brides of equal rank and are open to troll knights at that. Ask him further to access the current bride price and groom ransom of the current day in case a 'deal can be struck'. " Nadeen turns, the corset now in proper fitting, "He'll give you something, I'm sure, just walk by Dame Gladiola with it in hand and head back upstairs to me. Make sure Gwen is in the area and listening or it shan't work. Understood?"

"Right away, Baroness," there is a smile, and Flo with draws to do so.

That'll light a fire under that giant ass Nadeen thinks smugly

And slips the rest of her garb on herself.