#elsewhere

"I do love it when you're stirred to frenzy." She gives him a brief, toothy smile. Then she addresses the thanes, describing the attack, and then the attackers and their apparent goals. "...And so, tonight, we hunt. We seek them out, we run them to ground, and we demolish their chances of doing this again in our home, to our people!"

"Ohhhh, I should keep you here, Whiskers, but I crave you at my side in this."

He beams! “To war then!”

The thanes cheer

August comes jogging out of the manor, Tylar carrying some of their equipment beside him.

"To the HUNT!" she cries out and wheels Samson into a gallop away from the manor. It's a wild, reckless, chaotic charge in...no particular direction. Very Fiona.

"Coradel!"

He looks around to see if he has a mount......

A pony pooka who works there but I often forget the name of has a horse ready for him

Vince looks around, and spies a seat waiting for him, and leaps aboard behind the mounted driver. “ONWARD, SeaBiscuit!” Not QUITE unto Rollo’s ears.

"Oh sweet mother of.."

"Thank you." Hurriedly as he grabs the reins and swings up. He takes the rest of his gear from Tylar. "You have transport??"

“She is escaping.” He adds reasonably.

Coradel just caught the edge of August's yell, and her mad charge is interrupted. Samson rears again, neighing with enthusiasm Coradel turns him again to look for August.

“It’s no fun if you stop, Lioness! The chase has just begun!”

August urges his mount forward. "Who are the patrols, and what are their search areas?"

She frowns. "We hunt! We will catch the scent and chase it down. If that fails, we will try strategy and stealth, but for now, Da'an will guide!" And she spurs Samson into a proper gallop again.

With a long-suffering look, August follows.

“Knowest thou the name of whom we seek?” He asks, putting into Rollo’s ear. His whiskers tickle.

And they ride! Scouring the streets of Jefferson City and the green beyond it! Veils are cast about them so mortals ignore this parade of vengeaaaaaancee

Rollo says "His name is 'deadmeat'"

Oh, and it is a GLORIOUS charge!

The local fae will speak of this for a LONG time.

"Stripe.." Oswald dsays on his tauntaun "The jerks' name is Stripe..like the jerk Gremlin"

Rollo’s ear tingles- hopeful he has a steady hand on the throttle as- IS VINCE NIBBLING HIS EARLOBE?!

Yes! as Vince whispers, “Stripe of Clan Deadmeat, he who would wrong ladies three- the dastardly is who we seek. I set aside my gentle diet for the eve, and shall fast anon tomorrow in faint repentance!”

"Son of a..." Weaving..

But the BURST OF WISP Shoots out with an echoing GRUNT...

and leads down a particular road! They've fond him! They've found him!

Coradel lets out a jubilant yell, spurring Samson forward faster. Her red mane streams out behind her as they race along after the wisp.

August draws his sword with a serious expression.

They come across an adult strip club outside of town! Global Curves

Vince blinks, and his cheeks pink a little. "Surely I must have forgotton my wallet within."

Coradel directs some of the thanes to cover the back doors of the club. She dismounts Samson and strides up to the entrance.

The guy at the door smiles "Welcome to Global Curves..." He looks at her "No door charge for you, that's for sure"

August swings down as well, and walks alongside Coradel.

She barely acknowledges the bouncer except to grin and gesture to the others. "They're with me," she announces as she marches in.

"Well hey I..."

August right with her.

The wisp shoots in and attacks the stage...where a redhead, NOT one they know, shows off some hella strong thighs in a kilt.

"Get her!" Rollo yells figure it's a disguise!

And others charge

"Wait, wait, that's Cinnamon!" He calls in vain! "I say thee, NAY!"

"Halt!" Coradel calls. "He would not be the performer, but a watcher!"

August is searching the crowd.

Vince scans the crowd as well - just regulars, perhaps?

Ready to dive onto the stage as well if the dancers seem threatened by friendly fire

The others stop, and the lady twirls and shows a LOT of kilt, then folks cheer thinking the 'attack' was praise. She blows kisses while someonee on a mic goes "What a bonnie lass eh? Let's heart it for Stripey of Clan Dewme..."

The baroness is striding through the audience, seeking out a satyr, but then she hears the name....and turns to GLOWER at the wisp.

And Stripey flashes Vince a wink and kiss. While only mortal, she looks a lot like Sparrow or Coradel

Everyone TURNS to look at Vince