#earthrunes

"I have sent three of my ladies with her, and intend to scry."

He sighs. "At least two trolls, and three spiders."

He nods to Zara.

"There is no stopping the Fiona, merely working around her."

"One bigs to differ," Gluminski says "We already know poisons work on her"

"And more folk clamoring to go along. Not me." He clarifies. And then has the decency to look embarrassed.

"We should get someone else on the inside though. Her focus was her honor, and her duel. Not the chain."

"Aye. Perhaps one of us."

"I could do it. I never get to adventure" Lily says

"You're not even sained yet, Lilly-grub." He says, regretfully.

"If we send the troll after the Crownheart, and liberation of the masses... perhaps that will distract the Baron's attention from the chain?"

"Well, darn it." A sigh from Lily

"Send the Troll, or both, the Lion and the Sparrow. It sounds ready for some skald to sing. Meanwhile, spiders get what needs must done."

"Mmm I do like that , lyrical" Madame Gray approves of the wording

"But who do we send?"

"I cannot go, politics chain me in thier own way" HArrowstep says

A glance at Zara. "Siv would yeet me across the barony if I showed up."

"Yeet?" Confused looks among the grumps

"Flicked away like an annoying booger."

"Ah" A nod

"I...could, mayhaps."

Mister DeVere says "I think your magics work better here... the spiders.. you must be close to inform us"

"If she saw me." He mutters. But is very willing to slide back out of the light now and where he belongs, in the shadows among the shadows. He looks around the room - The Countess and the Elder... maybe that Gluminski guy could do it.

Or DeVere. His name sounds like DeBuke. He's sure to be good at dealing with trolls.

"Aye..."

"Symon would be GOOD at it. Siv forgave him"

that from Lilly

"Did he?" Harrowstep looks at Symon

"Yes. " Lilly says "Symon knows about poisons, and he's good at sneaking and watching.. and he's creative"

He shrinks back further. "I might make a muddle of things. I'm good at that. And there is more on the line here than just sneaking. This is a treasure that threatens us all. There has to be someone more.... "

"...someone more."

"We would be able to scry Symon" Gluminski observes

"True..."

"Though neither he nor I are fighters, if it came to that..."

He looks at Lovecraft. Help me out here, he promises silently. And chicken will be yours.

Lovecraft.. burps from under the table Mm? Oh .girl already gave chickeN

"A fighter is not what we need for his part of things" Mister Devere observes

He could strangle the girl, or the cat - but that either would giggle and slide from his grasp.

"If he does not get caught, aye."

"There are times when more direct force can be useful."

"If he does get caught, he has fewer secrets to betray than some if torured" Madame Gray points out pragmaticlly

Nods at this very salient point

He shudders, and mutters, "I'm denied even a tooth to keep poison in."

Gluminsky takes off a ring "This might be of interest to you. Consider it my..contribution."

it takes a bit of looking , but one can with effort find the neelde inside of it..and the place to put the dose of poison

"Oh. Oh!" He suddenly startles, and... slips a hand into his pocket. And... he keels over. Slumped upon the table. ...Dead.

"Well. That is one way to decline a mission."

"I like him" Marzana says "he adds the unexpected to a high tea"

"Death is for everyone, thus hardly a surprise" Gluminski tutts

DeVere says "His..breathing has stopped..and so has his pulse"

And the fae mein flickers out