#brightwindsbarony

She touches her temple, frowning.

"I don't know how to set that all up."

"if only it were okay to look for help from far beyonnd our borders" Stew sighs, and dramatically bangs the table "Damn this curse of isolation"

"Stop that" Irene says

Grete has her thinking face on.

Catir says "if we need Chicanery, we could ask Shalimar for help."

"If you don't want to fuddle heads, you should find a lawyer. They can fuddle laws without even using magic hardly."

"We cannot run back to Earth Runes for every little thing."

Dubh glances over at Sparrow "What about that attorney who vexed your mother so much? he's not OF Earth Runes. "

"No... he is a free agent, that's true."

"Lady Sparrow, I think people at other holds realize that you're still healing the damage left behind by the Balor. It's not like...not like you're some kid bringing home laundry on the weekends and expecting Mom to do it." A grin.

"The best solution would be the one with the least reliance on cantrips - they do fade."

"And I do not want any of our childlings to be forced to stay in an abusive place. So."

"You could just hire a lawyer. He already had a front on everything to make it look legal. My Dad says his lawyer and his accountant are his best assets because they save him more money then they cost."

"Well, I do not have much mundane money. That makes a difference."

A confused look.

"Well....I'm supposed to go back there, give the mom a makeover." She makes a face. "I could deliver whatever story we cook up then."

Also confused at Sparrow. "I thought...didn't you get all the Baron's money? I mean, that's what I thought...?"

"There's no way you could have spent everything he hoarded up." Glancing around the room. How much could a thane cost anyways, ten dollars?

Clio blushes at something

"Money doesn't just... work like that... there's banks and accountants and paperwork... I have no mortal standing..." Strain around her eyes and mouth, and her color seems less bright.

The Thanes in the room look at Grete. Redfang laughs

Ashlee sees that, and says "Stop. You're making the baroness sad. I...baroness, it's okay. I can stay with her. I'll be fine."

She stands up "I am a troll. I don't need others protecting me. I protect them. That is the code"

"We'll figure it out, Ashlee. Chicanery for now, yes."

Clio says "I.. I have an idea..more accurately, Grete has given me an idea."

A sad grin at Ashlee. Clearly, she's had to endure a lot, and is willing to endure more.

The satyr rises "Just a tick"

And she races off

Hope says "Well, that's odd. She says she has an idea then runs off"

She watches Clio go. "Well, I guess the idea involves...props, or something?"

"I don't know..."

Hope says "Baroness. I feel it's my duty to remind you that you are allowed to delegate."

"Lady Sparrow, if there's a lawyer you know, I can go talk to them if you tell me where."

Hope's face is full of kind support

"That would require having the right person to delegate to. Do we have a memory-weaver in the barony?"

Grete stares into her plate. She doesn't know what she said wrong, but now people are getting upset.

Clio comes back "Here.. I ... " She shows a paper to Sparrow "tell me what you think?"

it'sSPARROW's handwriting

including the signature

Eyebrow.

"Miss Clio, I see you have hidden talents."

"So. Forge something?"

"I know you're an autumn, but I wish you had taken him. It would be easier if you were my aunt."

Clio blushes furiously

" I can forge the old baron's name..set up an account?"

Poking at a fry.

Ashlee whispers to Grete "Sorry. I didn't mean to ruin everything"

She whispers back. "We'll figure it out." A solemn nod.