#odyssey

"I will respect your surrender. The Stone is for everyone. And shall be protected. Let that be the story."

Symon's eyes flick from the sword, over to the Piskie, and up to Dagmar.

The Piskie says "Oh, Stonecutter, that's Dagmar's by right of combat, yours too, sir" To Symon

"And you helped us." She nods at it. "Take it."

Symon nods and slides it towards the piskie with a toe.

It would appear they've gotten a spare treasure on top of the one they sought only to give it up. "I"ll tell you what" She says "My own whip strike came way too late to make much of a difference, but I know a sidhe lord who will put this to good use for many. Baron Dugald. He'll pay for it fair and square while preserving it and using it for many people. I will make sure if I am rewarded, so are you two, that it is split three ways. Sits better with me. That okay?"

She shrugs. "If you insist."

Symon nods. It's clear from his narrow-eyed glare at the Eshu that as long as HE doesn't keep it...

Also, if glaring daggers were literal, the eshue would be many times impaled.

Kathmur however is trying to slip away

Qetz offers to bite him

SYMON is NOT unaware! Qetz has his blessing.

BITE!

And.. The Eshu gasps and.. should be lucky it's the non lethal venom

Symon slips to Dagmar's side, his hands reaching to check her wound. (FA?)

(Fatty Arbuckle? Far Ahead? Fatal Attraction?)

(First Aid)

Fight over, she does allow the armor to recede. Her tunic is soaked, but the damage is superficial.

(Stings like a bitch, though.)

First Aid is probably needed, and provided. Symon's skills are more than up to the task as the wound is not nearly as bad as it could have been. His lady troll is one tough warrioress!

His Lady Troll is a grumpy patient.

He carefully tends the wound, cleaning and wrapping it. A whisper to Dagmar as he works. "And what now of Kathmur? His sins mount up."

Allowing chimera to attack on the silver, and attacking the earlier knight, not to mention hurting HIS oathmate... Symon seethes.

The Rovers might have authority, as might Balor patrols

"Not that we have the means to do anything directly."

Symon's glare says that he would see him kicked off the silver.

Then, he considers, and "Tie him up, would you, falcon-mine?"

He has pulled a paper airplane out and is scratching OUT a prior message, and writing fresh notes. Dagmar may glimpse the name 'Olgar' mentioned.

"Rovers? Makes sense. As you wish, my Guile." The Eshu is bound.

And the Airplane is FINALLY set loose - not to beg help or rescue on their quest, but to report to the Rovers of one that may need... instruction, on the proper way to treat the Silver.

The Song Stone, well, it's heavy, but Dagmar can handle it with effort

To the Piskie, "Would you guard him ere the Rovers arrive?" His eyes go back to Dagmar. "We have been away too long from home."

She reaches a hand, fingertips brushing his shoulder. "Yeah. I'm ready to go home."

D.R. nods "Happy too. Mind you I might rifle his pockets, hazzard of being me" She says sheepishly

She shrugs. "I didn't see it."

"Here" she says, reaches into a bag, and pulls out two fedoras. One is Green and gold, the other is gray and a touch moth bitten, she explains "This is the bag of Fedoras. I really only need one so I hand them out. They are said to fit the ones they go to. HOpe you like"

Brow!

They are merely voile,nothing beyond that , but they WILL fit each

A shrug, and he accepts it graciously.

Soon, they are on their way, carrying the stone and.. heading home.

Symon offers after a time, "My turn to carry?"

A hint of a grin on his cracked grey lips.

She sticks her tongue out at him. "I got this."

The stone sings as it is carried...

"We could leave it here."

She chuckles.

"Olgar and Vali are gonna love it, though."

"Piper, too."

"And Tove."

"Oh, Tove!" She grins. "Mom will! And Torad will be able to tell it stories, too. Chief when she visits. It'll be good."

"You can handle a little country music."

"I do have my earmuffs. No one needs to know if they are set to dampen or block." Smug.