#rivervale_lodge

The Dogs bark as a new smell approaches!

"Hey, hey - Oak, Edie, Brown Dog!"

The sidhe pauses and upturns his hands to be sniffed and investigated. "Fae hounds?" He says surprised, "How wonderful"

The two fae hounds look to Dagmar to make sure this guy is okay.

Brown Dog offers his belly right away

"Brown Dog is just a regular dog. He was rescued from a hurricane." She assured the hounds that New Guy is alright.

NOW Oak and Eddie wag and relax.

"Well, Brown Dog is a lucky fellow then" Clearly the Sidhe likes dogs, then he looks up, "Yes, A booster seat."

"We have some little chairs."

"Thank you. Should I put my staff away somewhere? I know some places have rules against potential weapons."

"Oh, we can take you. You're fine."

"I have no doubt, I've heard the warriors of this hold are second to few" He says

She nods.

"You chill out, I'll see if one of the big three are here."

"I will chill" he nods

And Dagmar goes off to find one of the big three.

The sidhe seems content to pet the dog and wait

Kerri is still recovering, so she checks for Frank or Brekke first...

Liam... oh, Frank for sure.

Frank is at his desk, half-moon spectacles on his nose, reading.

The sidhe waits patiently

A rap on the door jam. "Frank?"

He looks up. "Dagmar. Come in."

"Hey. I found a sidhe."

"Did he follow you home?" Dry.

"Sort of, yeah."

"He's looking to meet you, and I figure he should meet Chief, too."

"...He's a Truthbranch?"

"Hm." Frank stands, tucking his glasses away. "Bring him in."

"Be right back!"

Tromping off "SIR CARAWYN!"

"Ah yes" The knight rises half way expecting an attack he gets his staff, and moves to her "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah! Sir Frank is here, come meet him."

"Ah," He says " Of course," and follows "Thank you"

"No problem. So, like, you are moving here? Do you have a job?" Leading the way.

Frank crosses to them as they enter, offering his hand. "Sir?"

"I hope to move here but will leave if the Baroness wishes, or Sir Franklyn. Truthbranch can't afford to make enemies of good people, and no, currently unemployed" He says//When he sees Frank offering his hand, he tatkes it, "Sir Carawyn, under the Bannerhouse Truthbranch, of House Liam. It's an honor, Sir. Or do you prefer Mountain?"

"Either is fine. We are House brothers and perhaps neighbor. Frank is fine, too."

"I know a place that's hiring..."

"Then please, call me Carawyn or Carter depending on unenchanted company I suppose" He smiles "I was just saying to Dame Dagmar that whether I stay or not will depend on your, and your wife's sufferance. I.." He turns as Dagmar mentions a job "Oh? WHere?"

"My dad is hiring at the store."

A glance to Frank at this

Frank nods.

"He's Frank's brother, so I'm sure he'd be fine with Liam?"

"Well, then Dagmar, I maybe much obliged for the opportunity. While I have a small stripend, one shouldn't keep themselves from mortal interaction, and it's hard to muse in a vaccuum. Will the job involve interacting with people?"

"..It's a store."

Frank nods. "A convenience store; mortal clientele."

"Wonderful" He says "That might help me get to know the locals and who needs help. Frank, I know the Escheat and so on, obviously, but are there any rules or traditions I should know about to be accepted?"

"Have you worked with trolls before?"

"Yes, but it was in a sidhe controlled hold" He admits "I've done some research, but that's hardly the same as real life experience"