#odyssey

She looks at the dross, not sure she should 'sell' info, but then she shrugs and takes it "Oh yeah, sure. Miss Parch is the only one with an official position. Steward. Others serve that Beaumayn Baron"

He nods. "Thanks."

A glance up at Dagmar, and he tilts his head towards the door questioningly.

She nods, striding to the door with those damnably long legs and a lot of determination.

Bilbo bounces along after

They get out side far. The little Dinner was nice, until that protocol intruding on their meal. But it's best they know of the new restrictions

He looks around to verify that they have somewhat privacy to talk then nods up at her. "You win. I still think that we should be cautious... but we clearly can't ditch the dog at court and run. For one thing, whoever wants it gone will just make sure that the mutt is permanently dealt with this time.. and for another, that Piskey Dame doesn't deserve to take the rap."

He blinks, then adds, "Not that I care for some random lady I never met... but Jimmy always has done me a solid." He reasons.

"Yeah, exactly." She allows.

"I thought - maybe you could go to the Beaumayn Baron? I could go to court solo."

"That way... if, I mean, if you're right... "

"Like, drop Vali's name?"

BROW. "Split the party? Remember the Caverns of the Colossal Wurm campaign?"

"I..." She nods. "Okay."

"But I think playing up my house and title should help, right?"

"And I'm bound by fealty eventually to a sidhe, so that might let the Aesin think I'm.. um.. tame?"

He considers. "Yeah, could be."

"It should I think, protect us."

"My word should be seen as honest. I mean, you know what a shit liar I am anyways."

He huffs in amusement. "Yeah. let's just hope that this Edrit is happy enough to get her pet back that she thanks us first rather than accusing outright."

"I think Bilbo, himself, can help us there."

"Could be." A dubious glance at the brainless scruff.

Bilbo is sniffing the air, his tail down

"He's smart, Symon."

"And was a gift of the Dreaming."

"gggrr" Snort

but the semi growl is not at Symon

"Don't you run off." He warns him. "Else it's back in the carrier for you."

"He can't talk though. Not many sidhe stoop to using Primal... and he ain't a wild beast for the Aesin to be able to chat with. I agree he's not just a dumb animal, but we'll still need to be on our guards until they accept our side of the story."

(Perception plus Alertness for our heroes!)

/roll 6

/roll 6

(If visual - specialization sharp eyed, explode 1)

/roll 1

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Neither sees in time, the burst of glamour, the whine as..Bilbo is yanked up to a roof!

but at least they see Bilbo get yoinked!

Dagmar spins, baring her teeth.

And... there's Flyswatter.

The building in question is 3 stories... and appears to be a humble credit union buiding

and they saw a figure up there but Symon can't make it out fully. Glint of armor though. He saw that

Dagmar's eyes dart - fire escape?

Yes!

And she's OFF. She might be "field" but she does training sprints with the rest of the team.

Symon follows, but he forgoes the stairs, taking his way straight up the side of the building with fly fingers and toes, sneakers abandoned.

The pace of both is startling!

Dagmar sees a figure in armor but he's already near the edge of the building and heading towards a zipline!