#elsewhere

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August is not at ER. Rather, he walks Jefferson city, and finds himself answerin a request to visit another hold... the Key Club

A commoner mews, focused with Escapology as a hobby. Nobles don't come here often, annd that has helped build good relations. the freeholder, a nocker named Dylan, greets him at the doorr

"Good morning. My apologies for intruding, I was just happening by....."

"Oh, I thought you came because our message? Please, come in, Baron. Can I call you August? titles make some folks fussy" He motions the sidhe in

"You may. And I'm glad to be of any help I can."

"thanks, August" they enter into the shop/hobby center. In one area, a woman writhes in a straight jacket, trying to get out, a smile on the pooka's face as she is slowly managing it. A boggan lad fiddles wih a lock, his picks clicking.

"the person I wanted to talk to you about is... well... that bannerhouse of yours? It's about protecting mortal love right?"

"Yes."

"Good.. want you to meet someone" He leads him to a back area. An elderly boggan man leans on a cane

"RK? this is August, local baron, but his bannerhouse is.. "Dylan starts to say...

RK grumbles "I know who he is. I'm a modernist, don't like owing nobles..." A look at August "you're Sparrow's pop?"

"I have that honor, yes." He inclines his head respectfully.

"I trusted sparrow, traditional but not in your face about it" RK admits "Fine... my son has lost his damn mind, and my daughter in law a wreck. I love em both, you see? they've been married for awhile..20 years next month. Son's mortal, she's mortal... blood didn't stick but I love em. Well, my son, last month he lost his damnn mind. Left his wife and child to join some sex cult. Worships his goddess he says. I know my son, he loves his wife. He's no cheat, and he certainly wouldn't join a cult.. I need help to get him outt of this"

August frowns. "A cult.... do you suspect some magical influence on him?"

"I do. He'd never leave her on his own"

"Can you give me detail? What is his name, and where could I find him?"

"My son's name is Jim, Jim Mercer. He's a good lad.. he's at her place, this manorhouse on the edge of the city. Damn place has security guards"

".... Manor house?" Puzzled.

"Do you have the address?"

"Man-or House!??" the man blurrts "BIGGGER than an average house? " A look to Dylon "is he dimwitted? I want my son back and he does't know what a manor house is?"

"Easy! RK.. he just wants details" the nocker says

Cursing, the short tempered boggan gives the adress

(It isn't the baronial manor house, is it??)

Nope

The Sidhe seems relieved on some level. "Thank you. I can go now and try to learn more."

"Look" RK says "i'm sorry if I'm angry but my son is... he's in danger. Please help"

"He will" Dylan assures

August nods. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I will go now." And with a nod, he's off! Heading to the address given.

Dylan moves with him "Hey hold up, August" Following

"Yes, of course." He pauses.

He catches up "you need help, right? "

"I will. I thought to call my bannerhouse from the car."

"Do you need anything on this ? Lock picks, grappling hook, WIFI Jammer? A nocker?"

"I.... I cannot know, at this stage. I need more information."

"Fine... I.. do you want me to come along? " the nocker says

"Would -you- like to?" Politely " I wouldn't want to impose on your time."

"impose? RK's one of mine. Any leader who finds helping one of their own an imposition should step down. He trusts me. He follows me. I owe him for that trust to live up to it. "

" I would be honored to have your company, then."

And the two head out.

To the other manor house.

Well, there are few in this hoity toity area, but fortunnately they are not neighbors

The manor house in question is a lovely victorian style that might make Zara jealous though pale green is not her color

While on the way, August tries to remember if he is aware of any fae or magical creatures calling the area home.

None that regiseed, but then, this house may have changed hands in the last year

"Have you met Jim?"

"Nope, only heard of him, but I know what he looks like. Folks take too many selfies" He shows august a picture of the fellow

When it is safe, he looks.

Mmm brown hair, brown eyes, handsome enough for his age

te victorian house has guards