#elsewhere

"Oh yes... honey, I think the artist here is a victim of a Leanhaun"

"Damn." He goes to see.

"The robes talked" She says "They called her 'most beautiful, but with time's blade withering her rose' "

"Ha!"

((What was the local novel's house?))

(Fiona, because I'm tired of folks picking on Gwyds 😉 )

"I dont' think he's burnt out yet, but he's bound to be soon.. a month or so of greatness, then.." She sighs

"Perhaps we can have the locals clean her up...."

"Clean the leanhaun lady up?"

"Yes. Fiona aren't generally pro-Leanhaun."

"If they even know she is a Leanhaun, but we just angered the Local Nobles.. tricky balance"

"They will be looking for someone to blame." He points out.

"Ooooo." She grins "I like it"

"Let's look around with an eye to that. Something that will lead to her. And perhaps a way to free this poor mortal from them."

"Could call from the house phone and pretend to be him and begging for help as the elf is eating my soul help help?"

"..... with details that would implicate her, and her House?"

"In the attack, that is."

"ooo. yes. We know enough." She says "Let's see if he has a message on his phone and I can learn his voice from it"

He nods, and together they go looking.

It takes time but yes ,they found a sound clip.

"I will look around while you study. Be quick. "

"if you're going to crack the whip at least tell me I'm your favorite"

He gives her a wicked look. "You know you are."

She blows him a kiss and gets to work studying while he looks around. He finds the scented scarf in a closet. Has to be her perfume

That can go in a baggie.....

And soon "Got the voice down" A voicee that does not sound like her own

He returns to her and shows her the scarf.

"This should help."

A sniff "Fancy... expensive. Yes, smells of sidhe"

A snort. "Tangle it in the bushes outside?"

"around one of the statues... put the statue outside if need be?"

"Hm. One of the smaller ones, an attempted theft?"

"Sounds good. Could break the window if need be"

"Leamhaun..... might she not have a key?"

"Or Arts."

"Point made..yes. I"ll make the call in his panicked voice about her"

"Please do. I prefer your own dulcet tones." And he goes to get a small but potent statuette.

And soon, he finds the ideal one, it even looks like the leanhaun (if that picture is right) with slightly pointed ear tips

Smiling, he returns and carefully (no touching!) wraps it in the scarf.

And he can hear CC make the call and use that feigned voice , pleading like a mortal losing his mind from too much glamour. She maybe a fantastic singer, but she's not a bad actress

Oh, his admiration for her talents knows no bounds.

And she hangs up "We have to move quick, love. We need to get to the safe house"

Oh NOW she's pushing to go to the safehouse