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THere turns out to be plenty of room as the girls puddle on top of each other and their father like maggots sharing the same pork chop

"Should we go back for the mortal, or keep shopping?" To Dagmar.

"If it gets too crowded in here I can fall over the side and drown right proper" Wade points out.

"Will he?" Famine pipes up eager to see

Pestilence sighs "He's a pooka, it's just a lie"

"Oh" Famine looks quite sad at this

"He may get eaten by a shark." He attempts to cheer them up, and gives each girl a Tooth.

Suddenly Symon is their favorite elder sluagh ever... besides father, of course

"I want to get the mortal, yeah." Stubborn troll.

"If the mortal is banal, my children could be in danger" Abraham worries

Grunt. Her mind, it seems, is made up.

"She's the boss." Symon says, turning the rudder to point back around to the previous house.

The mortal woman in question looks to be in her early forties "Oh thank god you came back" She says "Please, just get me to dry land?"

"Do you have two coins to pay the ferryman?" He asks, but luckily for her, his voice is too soft for the mundane to hear.

"huh?" She asks. But Wade is already helping her down

"We'll get you to ground." A quiet promise.

"We'll, you're awfully young but you're angels" She says

Wade helps her to her seat, "Sorry we don't got much to drink but fresh water, no Expresso"

"Its espresso, " the woman gently corrects

"Sorry ma'am, I only speak Murican" Wade explains

(Another Perception Plus Kenning)

/roll 6

/roll 6

Symon is perceptive but currently distracted by childlings who have not yet learned that they most fight gregarious urges or it may plague them for life. Why they'll be lucky of they get a job as some librarian at a noble hold where they'll be forced to interact all too frequently!

"No, do not engage the pooka if you can avoid doing so, else you may find that you've said more than you ought." He advises the three.

Dagmar however notices a source of glamour near by, she suspects another kithain... in a tree branch ... well, the only branch that reaches up this high. Yes, there's a girl, 11 years old. She is wet. She is furious with her condition. SHe's.. a sidhe.

"Mmm..." Can the boat hold one more?

Either way, she steers that-a-way.

Looks like the vote is in, Knightocracy!

"Hello" Says the sidhe "You simply must help me find my Tha.... find someone. He's very tall"

"Where did you leave him?" He asks, his voice soft spoken in front of the mortal.

"We'll help. Come, let me help you into the boat." She stands to reach the girl.

(Dex plus athletics for Dagmar)

"I don't know, he hop..." She looks annoyed at the mortal with them, and changes her wording again "Helped me up here but the waters broke the sandbags"

"And he was where?" Symon asks, deathly patient. Looking around at the nearby buildings.

Checking also for any conveniently floating corpses.

(Perception plus Corpse sense..err Alertness for Symon)

/roll 7

(Probably don't NEED to explode those...)

Siv would be proud how Dagmar finds her balance on the boat (it's okay, this one really is a boat), and helps the 11 year old Sidhe wilder girl down. She is, like all Sidhe, a glow with majesty ...but her style of voile is more nordic

And Symon, Symon sees it. Near the roof of another gbuilding, a blue tinged hand.. large... for a boy's... but it is winking out

he didn't make it to the surface in time it seems

"Aw, shit." Is it somewhere where Dagmar can reach? "Over there!"

There is a strong, STRONG current keeping him down under the ledge

Wade looks at that direction "Give me a mo? and cover her eyes?"

He SIGHS, he didn't want to DO this... "Dagmar. Give me a boost in that direction. I can tie the rope to him."

"Sam." He corrects, not that it much matters at the moment. "You're the only one strong enough to reel him in."