#elsewhere

She holds the phone up to her ear so she doesn't look to the driver as if she's talking to herself: "Be there in 5!" she says cheerfully.

"K!" She lowers the phone, then says to the driver, "Hey, can you drop me off like a block or so before we get there? I feel like walking a bit."

"Sure, it... doesn't cut down the price" he warns

"No worries!" she says with a smile.

And so she is dropped off a block from her location

She thanks the driver and then walks along without hurry, sunglasses on and taking in the day.

It's hot, no doubt, at least by Jersey standards

She might need to ditch the sweater soon than she'd meant to, but she tries to stay to the shade.

Hopefully there's something pleasant in the scenery to pretend to enjoy.

There is... a large Dogwood in the otherwise rather urban area. Fine old tree with the glamour of young lovers who enjoy the shade. The streets aren't that special but there are small shops

Sylvi pauses under the tree and enjoys the lingering glamour. Window shopping is tempting but tricky...she doesn't want to get too distracted.

She keeps tabs on the time, and sees a bluejay fly overhead. Likely Siv in feathers

A grin. Okay, flighty one. I forgot you could do that.

And then , slowly, Sylvi approaches that lodge.

To changeling eyes, it is a great feasthall and tavern of the sort one imagines vikings might celebrate at before a great journey but the wood is as if someone forged it from the night sky

Chimerical wood with the patterns of the milky way in a remote area intervowen

She takes in the look of the Lodge. Impressive. Not home-y, but impressive.

Indeed, this lacks the homey quality of Rivervale, nor does it quite have the pluck and joyful defiance of Goldfinch

If the time looks right from what Siv suggested, she looks around for how to enter the property. Is there a gate, or a guard?

It has a space about it, as if trying to keep any urbanization at bay, and there is a fence, a small one that's no real obscrution but holds up a sign that says 'closed'. Even though it isn't. There is no guard here out front that she notices. Two doors... regular one in front, and a side door that is better concealed.

Then, a figure comes out, just in time for his break...maybe even a bit early

(With Blue skin and horns, of course)

She walks in through the gate, blithely ignoring the "closed" sign and taking in the view of the Lodge.

The wilder is reaching for something in his pocket, when he sees her. He raises a suspicious brow

As she steps into a sunnier spot, she says, "Whew!" in response to the heat and slips off her sweater, tying the sleeves about her waist. Then she waves to him. "Hi!" Bright and unconcerned.

She strolls a bit closer. "I figured there was a hold somewhere around here," she says with some relief.

He does look her over, but schools his features "Well, yes. You were right about that. Are you here on business or... lost?"

(Appearance plus Subterfuge, WP allowed)

/roll 6 spend 1WP

((Yikes))

"Not either, really. I mean, not exactly lost. Can you really get lost if you don't have a particular destination?" she muses for a moment, then continues, "I'm just kind of road-tripping, hopping town to town. But it's a good idea to know where the glamour is, in a pinch, right?"

Her accent is clearly northern, but she seems...well...just like a college kid on summer break. If that college kid were a troll.

He's not that much older, despite his facial hair, "Must be nice, being able to get out and about. Yes, this is the Lodge of the Argent star and..."

something, a rat? Scoots into the hold... possibly Siv again

But the fellow turns "Did you see something? I swore..."

"Argent Star?" She ignores his question. "Wait, you said Lodge? It's not just a hold, but a Lodge?" She looks toward the front door with appreciation. "I've heard of them. What's it like?"

"You've never been at a troll lodge before?" He inquires, and.. it seems to have pulled him away from his suspicion of some trouble at the entry "it's.. it's a big part of our heritage, or at least our culture. You see, we have..." A wince "Had our own system. Chief, Storm, Mountain and Hearth. Shamans instead of Seers, that sort of thing. We don't spurn non trolls, but this place is troll run." She can tell he is saying that last part with less confidence

"Had? What happened to them?"

"Us" he says straightening "Us, I'm a thane here. We... somethings have changed , I'm told it will be no different than before" then he mutters "Though sometimes I really get tired of the noble system intruding on everything"

A sniff of annoyance. "I know what you mean," she says airily. "I mean, it is what it is, but still." She takes off her sunglasses. "They're still trolls though, right? The nobles?"

At that, he looks unsure

(Manipulation or Appearance depending on approach, plus Subterfuge again 😉 )

/roll 6

She seems to be asking innocent questions...hopefully.

"Well, in truth, we're now in service to a sidhe noble. More than one was coming for us, so our Chief felt it was best to go with the one that would benefit us most. Mind you, the Ailil doesn't want us making a big deal about it. 'Same as it was before for the most part' , it's the most part that has me worried"