#bergen_county

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Adam, Freshly enchanted, may feel very foolish. There's a bridge, he dare not cross...silver and alluring to his currently enchanted eyes.

He scuffs the ground, looking at it.

And he's supposed to guard it.

Along the path, a figure steps out, a boggan girl.

He doesn't know her.

"Hi, this Rivervale?" She says from three layers of clothes

He hesutates to answer but then .... "Who's asking?"

"Oh, you're a guard? I'm Tawny Pinnoy, friend of the DeBukes. From Iowa... it may get attacked by a dragon so I was sent here.. I don't live on the farmhold I cropshare sometime and do work so.. I figured a few states away was best?"

Adam nods a little uncertainly. "Do you know where the Lodge is?"

"Yes, they told me... if this is Rivervale? Trods can be weird."

He nods. "It's Rivervale."

"Thanks. I heard it was likely really cold up here so I came prepared" the bundle of jackets walks by

"Smart." Adam observes from the depths of his own ski-wear.

Time passes, and a figure comes out, another Kithain. Black Armor with blood high lights... flames come out of his visor, and he speaks in a creaky voice "Where is the Shacklebreaker??!"

Check yourself before ya Brekke yourself

Adam swallows, staring. "Who.... who's asking?" Not just a stammer; he was about to say something else.

"VOTON... the VILE..." A hiss

"Uh. I... I don't know." He says firmly.

"Oh... well, is she at her lodge?" He says surprised.

Adam sets his jaw. "Not sayin'"

"How am I supposed to challenge her to battle if I don't know where she is?" The figure says

A shrug, and he grips his mace.

"You make me sad" He rumbles and turns around and goes back on the trod.

Adam waits till he's gone, then exhales. "Who the hell is Shacklebreaker?" He mutters to himself.

Brekke is here? We're gonna need a bigger coffee mug

A good question. Oh well

More time passes.

SO very boring.

And then...

He hears voices "You're sure about the intel?"

"Of course, I'm sure... they're too busy to protect their dreamers, we get to ravage who we like, and get the hell out, and boast about it later.."

Stepping out of the trod come three figures, they do not look like farmers of any sort. One is a redcap, a chick, no less dangerous for that, the other a satyr guy... both dressed more like wanna be bikers than anything else. Each a little younger than him.

Adam steps up, giving them a hard eye.

"Who the fuck are you?" One asks.

"It's a kinian" The other says confused 'In armor and shit."

He was given a chain vest if he didn't have one.

"I'm the one they put here as a guard."Adam says firmly. "To protect the, uh, gate."

The redcap snorts, "Hit him with the whammy, Tarth."

The satyr says, "Ah.. my cantrips don't affect guys I don't know really well.. You catch him on fire."

"THAT doesn't work unless I know THEM really well.. Imean, if it was a troll I could catch his head on fire but he aint' so I can't" The redcap says

Adam stands in front of them. "I think guys better head back where you came from. I heard about Fae that try and take advantage of people like me. Chief wouldn't like that, I think."

"Chief is gone, you little shit." The satyr said, "And my girl can bite your head off."

"Yeah," the female cap snarls, "What you gonna do to stop me from ripping off your arm and dining?"

"Well, I got this mace." He indicates. "And a phone."

THey eye the phone...more scared of it than the mace, "You'd be dead after you hit the button I bet" The satyr says but Adam knows dick measuring contests. This guy isn't as sure as he wants to be.

"Well, that's an assumption. Chief wouldn't put me here on guard if I couldn't fight, right? But even if it's true, they'd still know and come after you."

"Let's go back to the trod, Lasha." The satyr says, "Find other places."

"What?" The cap says "But he's just... the trolls are busy you said..."