#earthrunes

"Shall you offer your favor, Madam, I would gallantly wear it into battle, spurs drawn at midnight."

"Jest you may, but I fear there may be a battle coming. Let me offer what armor I may." Consideration, before she plucks a bookmark from one of the tomes on her desk - a piece of scarlet ribbon.

He accepts it and ties a bow on his buttonhole. "Now, a lively little cockerel sought me out, but alas, I am unclear, how may I lay a tune to soothe the hurdy-gurdy that afflicts this hold? When you have a question, it is known, ask your local Librarian."

"We are seeking a crow. There was a notion that some level of avian kinship might aid with that search."

He scratches his head in a moment of befuddlement. "Hm."

An elegant gesture with her hands, turning her palms upwards.

"A theory."

He has his lute on his lap, and his fingers twitch, itching to strum, his expression deep in thought. Then a glance to the Sluagh, "I suppose I would get shooshed. Shall I step outside?"

"Mm. I think a little music would... would not harm, nay."

"The spiders are fond." She places a teacup and saucer near him.