#darkgatefortress

"Then please use it" She hands him the back "Then return the glass. Besides, you'll want to confirm you're right and i'm wrong about this ghost thing. Think of how you'll get to chuckle to yourself every time a movie involving ghosts comes on if I'm ever in the room? Or even not? ANd I'm right, I never could have found out I was right wihout your help. So.. gloating either way is yours" A sigh then gentler "please"

“Your word.” He says, abruptly. “Swear by your friendship to Dagmar that you ain’t gonna say boo about what I do.”

“Here. For you.” He allows the clarification.

"Pardon" Clarification or not, she looks confused

"You want me to give you my word I won't tell anyone you helped me?"

“Well, that’d be nice. But I think you’d do that already. You don’t discuss my methods.”

"Your methods?" A brow "Before I agree to conceal those... you're not killing anyone to fuel this are you? I'm slavic and even I think necromancy is... tacky"

He snorts. “Not today.”

“Plus, you’re the only one here.” He points out. “I wouldn’t need your word if so.”

A grim smile.

"I give my word to you that whatever you means you use to find out what I need to know in the next few minutes, here and now, I will not betray. " She doesn't quite oath but she does add "By the friendship we both share for she who is probably too good a soul for us both"

He nods. He doesn’t need an Oath, it’s enough that she said it, and if called on in front of Dagmar’s truth sense, would have to admit it later if she broke her word.

“I’ll take it. Lemme see the stuff. And I might need some dross.” He looks around the room, and eyes Nadeen. Does she wear a watch?

She hands it over "I'll need that back" Not want, need . She also hands over an arcade token with a string on it..a bit of dross, and yes, she has a lovely watch.

“Yeah, yeah. Make sure we’re not interrupted, okay?”

"Warded" She nods reminding

He takes the watch, and from a pocket, he produces a tiny pocketknife. Using the sharp tip first as a screwdriver for a very tiny screw, and then as a pry level to pop off the back of the watch. “Ain’t going to break it.” He whispers, even quieter, not breathing onto the watch components.

A thumb rubs over the coin, drawing the glamour from the dross, and he carefully, delicately, with hands that can paint a strand of hair on an inch-tall figurine, starts turning the dial of the watch… backwards.

Glamour flickers as he works his bunk.

"If you have to.. do it" she whispers and kens.. she's been a kenning machine.. and her eyes widen a bit

Turn, turn… and slowing, the gears start spinning on their own, winding backwards… Symon’s eyes flick, focusing… looking now at something that only he can see as he carefully runs fingertips over the glass bits and shards.

A grimace, and he pours more glamour into it. Apparently it’s taking a bit of extra work to deal with the focus.. A bead of sweat on his greasy forehead.

SHe's tempted to touch him and feed him more glamour

but doesn't it might throw his focus off

Slowly… Nadeen notices that things seem to have slowed down around her. The droplet creeps back UP Symon’s forehead… when she blinks, she can see the lashes lowering slowly, then slowly crawling back upwards. He’s doing an unleashing…

She feels the urge to hold onto something solid but what could suffice?

The magic swims around him, and then vanishes with a snap, as though it had never been.

He slumps over a little, processing, rubbing his forehead. "Gimme a sec."

"Take all the time you need" She stares gaping "Which appears to be in your power"

"Yup." He can't help it... he's smug.

"It comes in handy. From time to time."

"Oh.. look, this is already alarming enough, don't throw bad puns ontop if it. I mean, my sense of the sacred is destroyed. What's next? some kith sister of yours learns naming and hides it from the proper authorities? O.. don't tell me.. Marigold actually has Soveriegn because that's so useful in the kitchen?"

"Who's Marigold? Wait, nevermind. Just.. I'm putting this together. It wasn't exactly a clear picture."

"Sorry " And she Does sound contrite

"A sidhe, tall, dark hair. I think that's your chancellor. Expression like she bit a lemon and is too fancy to spit it out?"

"Yes. She's visited rivervale beefore you may have seen her before this.. please go on"

She tries to listen carefully to every detail

A shake of his head, he doesn't think he's seen her. Or maybe all elves look the same. His hand is a bit shaky as he puts together the watch again - finally he sets it aside on the floor for a moment, to come back to, before he loses a screw.

"She visited this - it was still intact. I'm not sure how far back I saw. More that a few days, a few weeks - a month, maybe. You were right about the cantrip, or layers of cantrips. It felt like she was layering more energy on it. Like, when you refresh a ward."

He looks at Nadeen. "I didn't sense a spirit, though. It's fuzzy. Maybe I couldn't through this. But I could feel the glamour. I think I should have been able to. But I can't be sure. If I had to stake money on it though? This is something magical, not otherworldly. You gotta ask though - WHY would she? How does She benefit from this? Did she fox up a Dead Mom Spirit to say, "Booo, give my sister all my jewels?" Where is the gain? And... if Calanthe DID create this? Why keep it in a box instead of using it?"

Symon shakes his head. "There's pieces missing in this puzzle."

A realization "Symon, could.. could stolen memories turn into a kind of nervousa?"

He gums at his lip. "I've never heard of it. But, box them up for... what, 10 years? And keep pouring glamour on it?"

Symon looks INTRIGUED.

And then wary. "You said it stole glamour from someone?"

"Yes, a pooka boy..." A frown "Same one who helped save blossom, his name is Rocholor... it's tolkein horse I think"

"Yeah..." He shrugs off the name as unimportant. "If it can feed on glamour - shit. It's in your hold. You know? With the Balefire?"

"Yes... I'm starting to see the problem.. and I think I t hink I know a solution but it's dangerous"

He raises a brow, waiting to see if she'll clue him in.

"I can't tell you, you'll tell me it's insane and try to warn Dagmar to stop me.. or worse, Aiden"

"Is it an old priest and a young priest?"

"No, I always root for the demon in those movies"

And, he frowns. "Listen, you did an omen, and it said that the kid is involved. If that's true, then it's going to happen, and getting in fate's way is a good way to have it run you over. But if it goes badly... I hope you know what you're doing, is all."

Making a guess.

"How can I endanger Connor? Better to offer something that ..thing will want. Memories of Connor. ALl those memories stop at Dahlia's death. MY memories of Connor? Oh I'm going to tell her how fresh they are, that if she wants them, she's going to have to deal with me"