#rivervale_lodge

"As it should be" He nods, "Fine. Leanhaun did this. My liege owes me and is the master of spies in this county. I will find me a Leanhaun... if I cannot learn what i need to know here? I will learn what I need to know from one of them.... courteously, of course." His eyes pop al ittle, not at anger at any here, but at a foe he only knows the house of. "Daan bless all here."

Kerri blinks, then sighs. "Oh, Bancroft...that is...." A pause, and she just nods. "Thank you."

"Be cautious."

Tweak is oblivious to the romantic-gesture nonsense.

"I am beyond Cautious," The Scathach says as he heads to the door , "I am Hunting" and he is gone out the door unless someone prevents him.

Kerri watches him go, and exhales a long sigh. "Well...I did that very, very badly."

Tweak, at least, gets some good news! HA... she's got it figured out... the injector has a mini valve that's infused to keep a rupture.

"Well, fuckin-A! Is that how he did this shit?!" A triumphant smirk and she looks up...and then seems to remember she's not in her workshop. "Oh. Huh. How you doin'?" she jerks her chin at the female trolls in the room.

"You aren't the new DeBuke nocker." She observes.

"Cowgirl's family got one of us? Lucky shits. Naw, I be knowin' Rigger here from way back. Name's Tweak, who th'fuck is you?"

"Dagmar."

Amber eyes watch the grump, a touch wary but holding off judgement just yet.

"Yeah?" She sneers a bit, then looks at Kerri. "What about you? You gotta name?"

Kerri's attention is still partially on the door that Bancroft left through, but she responds to Tweak. "I'm Kerri, Mistress Tweak. Hearth of this Lodge."

"Huh," the nocker snorts. "Right, B's done told me some of the way you troll-folk do things. Sounds a'ight," grudging.

The blight faced Troll comes in, "Trods are still sealed up tighter than a frog's ass. I got the Rovers in force..." Olgar says

Sneer gets a jaw-jut and she stands a bit taller - defiant. "Yeah."

"Holy fuckin shit, what th' hell happened to you?!" Tweak boggles at Olgar's face.

"I gave your mother oral without making her shower..." Olgar says without missing a beat, "You gotta be Tweak."

A narrow glare. "Yeah. I gotta be. An' whoever th'fuck you is, you say whatchoo want 'bout my pops or my brothers, but my mother be off-limits, or we havin' a fuckin' issue. You read me?"

Frank watches the guy leave from the window near the door.

"Mistress Tweak, this is Rover Olgar. My husband." Kerri introduces shortly.

Olgar grins, wolf teeth wide, "Like bathroom graffiti. Fine, no mothers...."

"Yeah?" Tweak responds to Kerri, looking back at the device. "My condolences."

Frank actually seems not to notice this much.

Kerri gives Frank a beseeching look. "Mountain...have we learned anything?"

"A bit more than we knew." He looks at Tweak. "Anything more you can tell us?" Tightly.

"Huh? Nah...not really. Pretty much at tinkering stage right now... gonna hafta take this back to my Forge." She gets up, holding the device. "Better start th' trods back, gotta few connections."

"Tweak....." Frank steps forward.

Tweak was about to go to the door, but pauses, wary. "Whut?"

Frank exhales. "I'll walk you out."

"Yeah, a'ight." She relaxes a bit and nods. A quick look back at the others, then she's heading to the door, no goodbyes.

"Hold on a sec." Olgar reaches into a pocket and pulls out what looks to be a poker chip made of wood and flips it towards Tweak

"Safe travels, Mistress Tweak," Kerri offers.

Tweak catches it from reflex. "Whazzat?" she holds it up, peering at it.

"Kind of like a no hassle bus token kind of thing. Rovers are on the trods.. looking for trouble makers... this shows them you're not one. Good for three days, pattern changes. They'll speed you up if you want. Gives you access here and back again without interogation or headaches."

Frank almost.... -almost-.... moves to block the flip, but does not.

Then turns to fiddle with his stuff again.

"Yeah? Shit...yeah, a'ight." She tips him a little salute with the coin. "Appreciate it, Roadrash." And she's heading out the door.

Frank follows.

Olgar turns his head to Kerri, "HOw you doing babe?"

"Me?" Kerri says, and makes a vague gesture. "Oh, dandy. Got caught in a clumsy lie by Thane Bancroft, had to deal with that charming nocker...oh, I'm just fine." Normally, she would deal with Lodge visitors of any nature just fine, but today she's frazzled.

Olgar moves to her and says "Take a seat for a second. Dagmar and I got things. Right , Dagmar?"

She frowns and sits. "I'm fine, I can..." but Olgar's already organizing things so she lets it happen.

"Sure?"

At the very least, Dagmar knows what Kerri likes and can fix up a plate.

Olgar nods "Thanks, Dagmar." Olgar gets to work with her, getting Kerri a drink and he sits it down an begins to work on his wife's shoulders .

There's already platters of food that Kerri and Dagmar set out...probably only need to put out plates, utensils, whatever.

"Really, I can...." But Olgar's shoulder massage wins. "Ahhhhh.... okay."

Yes - but a plate for Kerri, a selection from the platters...