#ccsemberclub

"Thank you, I mean, I'm so so at omening, but I had a good feeling when I cast that I..thank you"

CC nods to her, then says "Excuse us, a moment will you?"

And if EBG is willing, she draws him out of earshot

EBG motions Hugh over. "Draw petty cash, take her to somewhere she can get a room; not the Arms. See she's settled, and stay if she wishes it. Be in touch." And he retreats with CC, aside.

Hugh nods, "Roger Dogger boss"

While Hugh goes off to do that, CC says "Okay, do you think she's lying, that this is a trick?"

He gnaws on a lower lip. "I will say it is a .... remarkable resemblance, Mmmm?"

"Is that why we're not letting her into the hold proper when she so badly needs a night by balefire?"

He sighs. "Right of Rescue has been observed, and we have eyes on her; we'll know where she is. She certainly knows where we are." Clearly, he -wants- to do more but....

"Fine, check her out, so will I... we'll see how her story holds up. This mortal has to have a record. I can uncover that. But one thing dear, if this story is true, and this viscount and his knights are seizing children from parents for their own little hitler youth program?"

His sneer is more of a snarl.

"if it turns out to be true," NOW she lets the anger out, grabbing a glass once their in the office and shattering it against the wall, "I want each and every noble in that hold dead. Do what you will to make it happen, preferably in pain, and with each one learning before they die why they were put to death. "

SHe is BLAZING with fury

"It may take time to do well." Softly.

"Yesss," She agrees, "And, if this woman is a fake? I'll see to her punishment myself."

"I do hope you'll let me assist." Mildly.

This whole thing has ripped the satyress up, stirred memories and rages she has not felt since... well, since she became a priestess of the shadow court

"I should get to work. You'll be content here for the moment, you glorious creature?"

"you may, and , again, IF this is legit, I shall assist you in this Viscount's demise... " A deep breath, then her rage, while still sizzling along her counteance, diverts, and she runs fingers along him, "I...need a moment. or three. But yes."

A sly smile. "Anything I can do to help you for a moment or three?"

"I need to burn off some energy, if you stick around you may need a heatherbalming after "Fair warning "Or feel free to send in one of the sturdier male staff. I can promise he'll live"

"Oh, no, for something like this I'll throw myself on this grenade." He growls.

"It might just be that I have some issues to work through here, too."

"Well then... " SHe nips his lip, threatening to draw blood, "Your office seems as good as any place to wreck. We'll pick the pieces of it, and us after"

He reaches over and locks the door, then pushes her back against the wall 'firmly.' His hands find the hem of her dress and pulls it up to her hips without comment.

Buttons are taken forcefully from their former place of rest as the two lovers mix their lust with far darker and more dangerous passions, each needing a form of expression lest they burst

(Fade to 'oh my!')

('Oh my!' INDEED!)