#bergen_county

"Pale faced, but red at the nose and cheeks...A..nocker I think.. but taller than some. " he explains

"A bit foul mouthed in talking, but his singing was pleasant" Neera adds

"Oh... hunh."

It does not sound famiilar to her.. and a singing nocker? Rare

"Did you guide him to the lodge? To the apartments?"

"We did not, merely out of the woods. It is not our place to tell others to go to the lodge"

She nods. "I get that. When was this?"

"Mm very recently" Klump says

"Night before last" Neera clarifies

"Hm. Okay."

"Probably too late to expect to find him."

"Yes... wherever this 'motel' is , it is beyond our ken" A nod

"Oh, i know where the motel is!"

"Then that's where he is" Neera says

"I want to go check things out, just in case."

"Be careful, little thunder. He seemed harmless, but one can never be sure with strangers" Klump says "I know you are mighty. but well, you are a good flesh friend to me. I would not see you eroded before your time"

"I'll be careful!"

"Remember ,if he tries to cast hit him fast"

She pats Flyswatter and nods.

And they move on.

Of course, the motel by the lake is open... it sure has vacancies!

Dagmar hikes that way. She's no satyr, but she has long legs... and both track AND basketball have her running.

To be fair 'by the lake' is a relative term.. it's further away than it advertises in its brochure but it has a view

Besides, she can "patrol" en route...

Indeed...

and sure enough, she hears music

She listens, and gently kenns.

It sounds like Billie Eilish's tune Ocean Eyes to..an electric harp?

GLamour

Brow.

She follows.

there on a balcony..she sees him... the nocker guy

He's not singing, but he has some sort of steampunk electric harp

She gets close, listening.

It's..good! He's no satyr but his fingers move smoothy with dexterity that the knobby hands wouldn't show

She listens for a while, waiting for a break.

It does finish up, then he turns "Furk.. uhm.. hi..startled me there, High boots"

"Hey. Sorry, followed the sound."

"On patrol." A shrug of the shoulder bearing that... quite large... halberd.

"Oh so you must be from the local lo.." He loooks about "You know 'the place with the nice fireplace'" Mortals might be in ear shot

She nods. "Yeah."

"Oh. maybe you know the nearest ah... silver airlines flight to Mexico? IS there one?" he asks

"Oh - like, Tijuana?"

"Exactly" He says

"Yeah, I could help. Wanna go for a walk?"

"Give me a sec"

She waits. She's in casual-viking voile.... well, there's green, but it's mostly paired with brown and white. More ranger than obvious gwydion.

And he comes down... his own voile fluttering like a steam punk minstrel

He's not .. handsome, but she's seen uglier nockers...

"Hey. I'm Dagmar."