#bergen_county

Brekke looks to make sure there is no other foe, then makes sure Dirk and Dagmar are well and on their feet.

Only then does she seek out the chrysalid.

Dagmar has some nasty burns!

She grimaces, swallowing down the pain for right now. Duty first. "There's two..."

Dirk blinks "Where the fuck's your car, chief?"

Then he coughs "Pardon, where the hell is your car, chief" TRYING ot manage his language

A frown at the burns. "Hold still," she says, then starts to cast HeatherBalm by reciting a line of an old Edda of battle on a snowy plane.

"Right..." She waits for the chief to do her thing.

And the wounds heal..

though dagmar still might want a shower to get the brimstone smell off

Only when that is done does she turn to Dirk. "My car is...." And she looks.

Grumble. "Great. We got a pair of assholes."

Missing

but .. each of them got a text from Symon

TXT: Guy wanted his sister safe, took your car, Chief.. I had to go along to make sure they went to lodge

The look of stunned disbelief on the Chieftain's face is striking.

Dirk blinks "Balls"

whether he means it like a 'damnit' or more like admiration is hard to say

"Yeah. Clurichaun and Pooka, both ar eprobably unseelie. Major chips on their shoulders."

Brekke may not have noticed her phone buzzing with the text. However, the others may notice the sound of her teeth grinding.

Dirk shows the text on HIS to Brekke "Symon's with em"

"WHERE?"

"THe lodge" He says

A slow exhale. "Fine. We go." And she begins the walk to return.

"Right." Flyswatter back in its holster, and they walk.

"Want me to text mom for alift?" Dirk asks as they walk

"I do not want to inconvenience her for myself, Dirk," Brekke says through gritted teeth. Besides, she knows how small AnneMarie's car is.

And so they walk

And walk

as down town slowly vanishes behind them

"Good thing we all know how to hike" Dirk speaks as they keep going

Grunt. Walk.

Dirk's not the biggest talker, but.. well, when among trolls

walking walking...

"Im keeping the pitch fork" it is over his shoudlers

"I think you should," Brekke nods, grimly.

"Could be badass."

Dirk cheers a bit "Thanks."

"Were there any other chimera?"

"Little ones. Dennis the menace, these little punk rock nevers..."

"The mortals who were in the joint, they got punk voile."

"Oh shit. THey might be enchanted" Dirk realizes

"I mean, the mortals"

"Might be. I focused on the kithain first."

"Want me to turn around and look after the enchanted, Chief? " Dirk offers

Brekke takes a deep breath, then nods. "Yes, Dirk, please."

Dirk nods "Got it. Mom'll give me a ride later if i need it"

"Good. Tell her the news. And Dirk...I will follow up on what we spoke about before, tomorrow."

"Oh yea...thanks" A nod , more somber, more worired, then he moves off to patrol and protect some enchanted idiots. That he caN do

Then continue back to the Lodge. "Well fought," she says to Dagmar.