#kc_necropolis

Dame Honey Summerflame ap Gwydion strides into Firnost, she has questions to ask on where she might find one Les Novak. He has taken liberties with her name.

A statue of an imposing Gwydion Troll is present, and a pair of chimerical bar gauntlets pause in polishing it.

She recognizes it, a legend of house Gwydion, Brekke Shacklebreaker. She doffs her helm momentarily, then looks around to see if anyone who speaks is here. Then perhaps the guantlets do? "Pardon, have you seen a redcap name of Les about here? I may have the wrong place."

The gloves hesitate, then just give a "shrug" position. (They ain't no snitch)

The Jukebox plays a ditty that she's not familiar with but sounds a bit saucy. She sighs "Very well, keep your secrets... I shall avenge the honor of the name Honey Summerflame on my own if I must. Might one have a Lemonade? "

SHe says Honey as surely as any other sidhe might say "Victoria" or "Bodacia" or "Celticwordsalad no mere Anglo guy could pronounce".

She does, in fact, get a glass of lemonade. With honey.

It is tart and refreshing with just the right hint of sweetness!

She drinks it slow, savoring it, and after the first few sips she says "Well, this is some of the best lemonade I have had in years. My thanks." She notices the money jar, and puts in a ten dollar bill.

She may notice that, Starbucks style, there was the name of the person who ordered written on the side of the glass.

She nods, "Well, one can one expect?" She continues to drink the beverage provided and plans her next course. This place is said to burst with Trods. One of them may lead where she seeks. When she finishes, she kens the trod energy, then goes into a door... finding a bathroom "That's DISGUSTING, who does that on the Silver?"

Never the less, there is a FLUSH sound later, and she is gone.

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