#bergen_county

"Let's go," The satyr says firmly, "They can't patrol, but they can send someone out to help him... and if we hurt this shit they'll hunt us..we won't have time to ravage." A glare at Adam, "If I ever get a chance to pay you a dirty.. count on it."

Adam shrugs.

The she cap spits on the ground, glares at Adam causing him to feel a twinge of fear, but his willpower holds... and both go back where they came from.

Adam makes a note on his phone of the names and kiths and after a moment's thought, sends it to Siv.

TXT: You okay?

TXT: Yeah. those two thought with everyone away they'd come mess with Dreamers here. They're gone now.

TXT: Good work. Look. I'm gonna send you some back up. If those two tried something you could have been hurt. I'm not sure what Vali was thinking but this isn't fair to you

TXT: I can handle it.

TXT: You did handle it, but a bit of back up anyway. Don't worry. You'll be in charge with this partner... just give him a scratch behind the ear

TXT: Connor's just a kid. He should stay there.

TXT: Not who I meant.

A woof! And Oak, fully enchanted himself lumbers up

TXT: Who?

TXT: Oh.

The Great Pyranees moves to Adam's side, and sniffs him over

"Hey, boy. Uh. Some Kinda tree, right? Wait... not Willow.... Maple.... Oak?"

WOOF at the last one. and a wag

The Dog is HUGE, but that's his breed, plus , you know, from a line of troll raised faehounds

TXT: Oak's got your back. And you're still in charge. I have to get back to work. Okay?

TXT: I guess.

TXT: I could send Jonas if you prefer?

TXT: Whatever. I'm good.

TXT: Well, you certainly handled those two wanna be ravagers. Good work. Siv out

"You can hang out if you want, Oak. Siv didn't need to send you but ......."

Oak wags his tail and looks at the boy, then takes an 'Ready watch dog' posture next to him

"Fact is, you can probably do this better than I can. It's boring, mostly." Adam sighs.

Oak is a good listener, and seems ready to hear any complaints out with canine sympathy

Adam sighs, taking a seat on a log to watch the trod.

More time, and then, a figure comes out. He's not like any kithain Adam has ever seen. Dressed in black like a preacher in a western with the hat and everything, he seems a gaunt man, not sluagh gaunt, but close, with an impassive face. In his hand is something like a jewelry box made of black onyx polished. The box has golden trim.

Adam stands, watching carefully.

Oak lets loose a low growl.

"Nice dog," The man says, "You are..a guardian here?" He eyes Adam, "Yes, Kinian, strong blood, but mortal souled. "

"I'm the guard here, yes. Who are you?"

"A man on a mission." He says "Call me Graeco if you like. And your name?"

"Adam."

The man has that glow of glamour, but the box glows brighter still.

"Nice to meet you, Adam. Guard duty over such a small trod seems a waste of your talents, if I may say so. Are you new to the ways of war?"

His voice is ALMOST but not quite monotone

"No. Uh. What, uh, what are you? Your kith."

"Keremit if you insist on knowing, we often have hard duties, destiny.. I , for example, am on a mission right now, a mission you can assist me with in the simplest way- and it will have great rewards for you" Graeco says

"Yeah?" Suspicious... and he sends a quick text.

"No need for that, it's a simple thing. I give you what's in this box. You open it, and ... well, you shall have a part in a legend. Tales of a great warrior will flow from this day on. " He offers the box, "Take it. Touch it. Open it. Be ... more... be a legend."

Oak lets loose another growl, mostly at the box

"Thanks but... " Adam backs up a step. "Sounds like Oak doesn't like the idea. Why are you here?"

"Fae hounds are more intelligent than most dogs, but canines of any kind can be quick to distrust. I am here for you, Adam, though I did not know it until I met you. Please, take this .. open it, and be free of mundanity."

The box seems to have so much glamour, like the balefire, and wonder and more ...for some reason he's reminded of Nadeen...

Oak lets loose a whine.

"No, I'm good. Not that I don't want adventures and legends and stuff but ..... I'll earn 'em. An' dogs are good judges of character, I heard."

"A shame," he strokes the box, and speaks, not to Adam, but it "I am sorry, your grace, but you know our dual burden eh? I can only stray so far from any trod. We will find another." A glance at Adam, "You would have been in the legend. Now ,you must , as you say, make your own. Pity." A glare at the dog, "Meddlesome cur."

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