#elsewhere

"Could be."

"Do you need or want haven?" the Cap says slowed and clipping "if not. why are you here?"

Brow furrow.

"Yeah?" Oh, the small mountain must be dim.

All muscles, no brain.

"We might not need a whole night," Gerd says "But yeah."

the hold is through the wal in what is now to Symon's right. He might be able to squirm in or he could find a door

He also might pick up conversations (Perception plus Alertness)

He listens, ear lightly pressed to the wall or any crack.

/roll 6

Symon hears "New singer is amazing for an amateur"/"Amateur hell..she's a hit on youtube. Normally does more folksy stuff"//"No shit?" / "No shit"

The cap sighs, and motions to the trolls "this way" he leads them to the right "You're both too young for the casino proper but we follow the furking escheat"

Continuing, he checks with careful fingertips to see if there's a spot to squirm into the walls.

A scowl. "Seriously? I'm not a childling."

He finds it, behind the tacky wallpaper flap

Gerd says "we're wilders dude"

The cap gives them a warning look, one that chills the blood

Dagmar folds her arms across her chest.

Into the wall he goes, to lurk and listen. If he can get a little further, hear other conversation...

(will roll for dagmar, Dex plus athetics for Symon)

/roll 4

(heh)

/roll 6

Symon slithers through, joints disjointed. Dagmar faces a redcap and doesn't blink

"Fine" the cap says "But if a son of adam reports you guys don't whine to me"

Shrug. "Okay."

Both find themselves in the same hold, but by different paths. symon squeezes through and finds himself near shoes, some rather nice ones... he's under a table. the slap sslap of playing cards. As four people play poker above him

Dagmar and Gerd? they find themselves in a Casino area... slot machines that look like bandits and laugh 'give me your money, sucker" they say chimerically, and mortals seem to hear, drawn by them. A roulette ball bounces leaping along sounding like Samuel l jackson "Always bet on black"

Gerd looks around "Wow, that CC lady would love this'

"Mmph." Dagmar scans, looking for Tove.

(Perception plus Alertness for Dagmar)

/roll 6

He looks for a convenient place to return to the land of the upright - else a slither-path to a different area. He listens for private, hushed chat. Ears open and seeking any mention of a selkie, a skin, a belt?

was that mom's voice in the other side of the partisians? Dagmar isn't SUre but could be

A frown, and she makes her way closer. She doesn't care for the loud casino full of shrill noises and flashing lights.

Symon sort through the sounds, and hears "Well, whoever he is, he's a lucky bastard. can you imagine having some tall glass of blue water singing for YOUR supper?" says a voice

"She's good" Another agrees

Dagmar closes and sees she's coming to a stage. Currently no performance but she swears she hears her mom's voice behind the curtain

FROWN.

"But you could at least show a little leg" A voice of some guy

"How about I show you a right hook if you think you can have me wear something slit that far up the side?" Yup. It's her mom

A faint smirk.

Symon sees webbed fingers near hooves , as what appears to be a selkie talks to a satyr. But no, not a guy, not a belt for the seal skin. Still, one might know the other

Dagmar hears more talk from behing the curtain "You want to make money, this is how you make it"

Her mom snorts "I am giving a.. a friend seed money, not working a redlight"

Jaw-jut.