#elsewhere

"Yes," Her jaw sits, eyes cautious.

"Then... I refer you to your kith's code of Dagda. and I leave you to your conscience." He takes a drink of tea and savors it quietly.

For a moment Bennath Wildheart's eyes flicker with a touch of darkness but then it's gone, and she is as stoic as any troll ever, "You are, of course, right. Forgive me, Lord Hades. I must gather my things and go."

"Be well, Daughter of the Northern Dreams" He inclines his head.

And she leaves...

leaving Zara a choice to keep spying on her, keep an eye on Hades, or to just end it now

The troll. Hades, well, she may catch up later with a tea.

Bennath mutters under her breath "Why is it the weaker kith are so quick to throw the Code of Dagda in our faces when they hear about it? " A snort as she packs.

A soft shake of her head.

Arrogant, isn't she? And angry.

Oh still so angry, and yet, dedicated to that code. And to helping people.

She rubs at her horns, massaging between them, a rather DeBuke gesture

A wound still raw, it seems.

She puts a LOT into her backpack though , making it fit almost impossibly

Zara realizes the woman has stiched the nickname 'Narnia' onto it

A soft sniff.

"Love, we might also visit Rome..."

"Italy?" He says

"Nay."

"Drat" But with good humor

She turns "Wait what..." A frown and she gestures

and nothing. Zara's precautions shield her from true notice.

"Getting paranoid, Bennath" She mutters to herself, "Just because you talked to a sluagh i nthe last five minutes doesn't mean one's stalking you."

Her grey lips quirk to the side in a smile.

And she moves to the trods. Lex approaches her, "Leaving?"

"Yup." She says

"Just like that?"

She nods.

"Without a good bye?" Lex says.

She stops and sighs, looking down at the short piskie, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I'm just in a bit of a mood. Thank you for all your help, Lex."

"You're welcome," Lex says

"So," he asks on, "Where you going?"

"In the list of the places I least want to be, where I am going would be number 4 I think," She considers "maybe 3"

"Maybe it's not as bad as you think," Lex offers, "At least this isn't a balor varich stronghold"

"That was number two on my list" She admits

"Really? What's number one?" He says as she starts towardss the trod in earnest

"A farm" She calls out, and then steps into the trod

He watches her go "Must be some evil kind of farm"

and Zara fusses her contact is lost.. the transition to the Dreaming throwing things off

"Feh."

But she has followed that trod to Rome... and Colton, at least, she knows well. An easier target, and one (bless) a bit more oblivious to magical eyes...

For a moment, there is a brightness, and then she sees...

a forge, hammering, smithing, as Colton follows direction

Flinch! LOUD!

"Even strokes lad, " Scottish Burr, "There you're going. This is forging, smithing, your metal shop is fine, but this is the old way. Learn it, and you'll grow to appreciate the new toys that save time all the more"

Bright!

Colton's arm comes down, hammering, adjusting "Yes, Chieftain."

A moment, yes - but she's as much Rachamin's as she is anyone's... Chieftain? Oh, that's new!

"You can call me baron, you know?" the other troll says.

Spurs? A baron? This has been a busy week!