#bergen_county

Lane hugs Dagmar, "You got the bad guy! You and the shadowpaw..err hoofs too, are a team just like Connor said"

"That they are."

Emmit smooths things off "Well, let's see if we can get this restarted. These young folk need Saining"

Dagmar nods, and sets herself up in a "guard" position.

One by one, the unsained are sained, fae nnames spoken aloud, true names only for the Namer and those sained

Frank is also standing with/near Emmit, on guard.

Flanked by two Kings, the Commonerr names in safety

Then Nolan slips up on stage... of course, those of Rivervvale and Goldfinch know he's not due until JULY

Frank notes this arrival, and frowns.

Emmit blinks then looks at Frank questioningly

A faint head-shake in the negative. Frank doesn't know why Nolan is here. Or what Vali is doing.

Vali isn't.. he yanks Nolan down whenn it's called to his attentionn "Nice try"

Some chuckles ensue

A glimmer of approval in Frank's eye.

And finally, all are named and Emmit says "Please welcome our new citizens of the Dreaming, blessings on them, and on the holds they call home!"

Cheers abound

Frank applauds, stoically.

Hoobah, yes.

And, of course, some knightts and thanes do the cleann up

Emmit says to Dagmar and Frank "I sense I'm not loved here"

"That was pretty fucked up."

"Want to talk about this privately?" Frank rumbles softly "Count has a spymaster." no judgement, but a statement of fact.

A nod "Your place or ours?"

"Your story, your call." Frank lobs back.

"We'll see what your Chief thinks" after consideration "Wouldn't want to offend"

Frank nods; if Emmit wants to wait, they will wait.

Symon is seeking Vali…

And he finds him

He simmers in the shadows, waiting for a private moment.

And Vali turns "Need me, PIllar?"

“You can just call me Symon, you know.” He whispers.

A smile "what's the fun in that?"

The Chieftain, for her part, was nowhere near as fast as a Dagmar YEET. By the time she was ready to pound the attacker into mush, Olgar already had the thallain under control. Throughout the remaining ceremony, she kept careful, angry watch on the surroundings, Speaker in hand, quietly furious that this had happened on HER watch!

Few want to get near the furious Gwydion troll Grump when she was brristling with indignity. It's Lut who comes up to her, "Chief, this isn't your fault. This is Caer falken, not rivervale... even if it is a side tower."

"I know it," Brekke growls, and even Lut might suddenly be impressed by how very looming she is. Yes, this was supposed to be a safe space, provided by her liege....

Vali sobers "What is it, Symon? I'm listeninng, really"

Lut nods. "I'm sure Baron Kealan is furious for not catching it either"

He gives another glance around, then draws Vali aside… and tells him what he found upstairs.

“… think you can keep my name off the report?”

"I'm sorry, who are you again?" Vali says with an utterly straight face

Tthen adds "Thanks"

Brekke considers Lut's words, and looks around for Kealan or one of his agents.

He nods and reaches up to tuck the handkerchief with both the drying teardrops and the cards into Vali’s chest pocket, like a pocket square.

“Wash that before I get it back? Ann Marie embroidered it.”

Ah, he will find a little spider design… with a happy pink smile.

Tig is talking to a female Scathach she thikns works for the Baron.

A raven flies over the ttower, no doubt the Baron himself

"Will do" says Vali

Brekke waves Tig over, a nod to bring the Scathach as well.

Symon slinks back out of the limelight, looking for Dagmar.

The woman is a sidhe, Autumn by nature, the beauty less etheral than arcadians tend to have, but not less enticing. A long pony tail of raven black goes down past her waist but doesdn't seem to get in the way. She has a dark leather set of armor kept in good condition and that shines, tighter than mortal leather armor would be, more form fitting, yet despite her allure she has a no nonsense look. Tig seems to find her annoying

A little lift of her chin, trying to "subtly" acknowledge the sluagh.

both approach the chief