#brightwindsbarony

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For Cliff it feels damn odd to be requested by the Sluagh representive to show up at the Hold.

Just a request,. mind you

Never any such thing as -just- a request, and particularly not in this Barony. Not up till now, and maybe not now. Cliff responds and presents himself.

He's lead to a small side room, dim, foreboding, in other words, perfect to set a sluagh at ease, when he enters, Wensenclaes rises, he's wearing a suit that looks like it was stolen from a morgue and left to decay for a year. "Good to see you, Cliff. thanks for coming"

Cliff nods respectfully.

"I would like your help with something, have you found any ...wraiths in the area of the barony? Active ones?"

"Oh my manners, tea?" he hisses at himself. He seems nervous

Cliff is dressed in jeans, sandals, and a t shirt with a long sleeved shirt over it, with sunglasses. If he were in the van, he'd wear closed toed shoes and an apron, lose the long sleeved shirt.

"Yes, thank you."

"Wraiths? Why are we worried about wraiths?"

He pours tea, carefully and meticulously, "Touch of cream?" it is the lumpy stuff so popular

"No, thank you."

"of course" He pours it smoothly and slides it over "To answer your question, Ded Romeo was attacked by one. Rare that a wraith can demonstrate that sort of power, but there you have it."

Cliff takes the time to savor the tea, and the information.

Finally he nods. "I've have seen one of the Restless."

"What could you tell me about him or her?" A sip "A violent ghost is a danger "

"Where did Ded Romeo see it?"

"Near the mall, not a place where ghosts normally appear" A brow lifts

He nods.

"A female, white woman. She was here in the Freehold." he gives a few details.

"Here in the hold? Interesting.. no this one was male" He is surprised though "I think he was a mortal servant of the late baron. A guard perhaps. Definitely a man of viollence"

"Not the same ghost, then."

"Definitely not, this one was brutish in manners and appearance. A ..spook I believe is the term. He can shatter things from beyond the barrier.. or bones" A sip

"It could effect us?"

"Oh yes, the outrage of such a wraith is all about effecting things, and people and us. I fear this ghost senses our kind and hates them. I do not know the details, yet. You see why I am desperate to learn anything else I can?"

A sip

Cliff nods. "If I hear anything, I will be in touch."

"Much appreciated, and I am grateful for telling me of the wraith you met. I know that some times it feels very perosnal to make contact"

((BRB))

((Crap, SO SORRY.... lost track))

Cliff considers this. "It can, yes. Not in this case."

"I see, " A nod "Cliff by the genteel customs of our kind, I am somewhat indebted to you know, it would be boorish not to offer you a tid bit or two to balance things out. Are there things of interest to you in particular?"

Perhaps unbelievably, he says "I have not heard much of substance about this new Baroness."

A raspy chuckle, "Oh my, it does seem all instantly transfered to legend, does it not?"

"Some of what I've heard, yes."

"very well, the truth ... is surprisingly, even harder to believe," And, he relates it , going for facts rather than drama. Yet the facts are borderline melodramatic.

Cliff listens impassively. "Mm."

"Yes, forgive my untoward energy" He says, though he spoke of his own pain in the tale calmly enough

"What are your views?"

"gratitude is hard to escape," he confesses, "I am an attic sluagh, by leanings, and I do feel something of a debt. HOwever, I think, were I completely impartial, there could still be no denying the barony of Bright Winds is better than the Barony of Bitter or Dry tears"