#rivervale_lodge

The news of human trafficking through the area is not the sort of thing a Gwydion deals with. But when there are rumors of certain fae elements helping in the smuggling, it becomes a risk to ignorance and the right to dream alike.

In this case, though, the Chieftain first checks that this is not a misreporting of the smuggling she'd endorsed to help people find places across the border.

For this distinction, she seeks out the knower of rumors, Anne Marie.

Anne Marie opens the door

"Anne Marie, do you have a moment? I must discuss a matter with you. Perhaps multiple matters."

OOC: This the day after the night of the meeting?

((Yes.))

"Come in, come in... I have a guest but Myrtle Anne woman mind. MA? You met the Chief?"

A voice "Yes, she's very nice. Do I need to go?"

"Ah, yes. Myrtle Anne. I hope all went well after we met last night?"

"It was a lovely date, thank you" Myrtle Anne says "Torin is a gent. Though... that outfit was ..interesting." She herself is dressed far more casually

Anne Marie prepares coffee, "Brekke, what brings you?"

"I am glad," she says to Myrtle Anne with a nod. Then to Anne Marie, "I apologize, but it is not a matter I can share with others. Perhaps I should return later."

"No no. I was just heading out, " Myrtle Anne "you know us boggans, gossip gossip... so my date was one tid bit I could have the lead on" A smile "See you, Anne Marie. "

"See you, M.A." Anne Marie says

"Please forgive me, Myrtle Anne. And we hope you will stop by the Lodge again soon."

"I'll take you up on that. And you can call me M.A. if you want" She smiles and departs

When Myrtle Anne is gone, Brekke says to Anne Marie, "My apologies again, but I the Count called a meeting last night and I wished to check with you on some information."

"Have a seat please. Sounds serious"

Brekke locates the most sturdy seat available and settles there. "It is. The Count tells us of human trafficking in the area. I am hearing of young girls being transported and marketed. But I wished to check...is there any chance that this is our relocation program being misunderstood?"

"Absolutely not..." Anne Marie says then she catches herself "I.. I mean, i suppose but I just can't believe the Spymaster AND Count would be that sloppy."

She nods. "I agree, but wished to double check with you first. Then...have you heard anything of this through your sources?"

"I'm embarrassed to say it, but I think for once the Nobles are head of mhy boggan network and mortal contacts. It confirms the one rumor I had heard of a factory getting ... well, 'essential' but not rehiring" Thoughtful "Maybe"

Puzzled. "What factory is this?"

She opens up some files "I had complaints from Mrs. Jensen about her Husband, Mister Jensen, feeling so dejected because the Cornicopia Fashion factory going closed.or rather laying folks off... "

"You know the Jensens? Lovely family.. mortals..." She digs "Ah ha! So last week, last week, it opens up again...."

"But no one knows who the workers are... it's like Wonka.. but more sinister and economically damaging"

A frown. "Cornicopia..." she mutters, trying to draw out whatever memories she may have about the location. "I believe I have met them, but briefly."

"Mm. That is strange, yes. It is producing clothing? Product is leaving the site?"

"Masks... not PPE... but people will buy a lot of things..."

"The factory is within Rivervale? Or elsewhere in Bergen?"

"Elsewhere in Bergen... ah ha!"

"Ah ha?"

"Found the adress of the factory... and my notes. And.. okay...yes, statistics... it's running, but out of over a hundred folks who used to work there, none of them have been rehired"

"Masks. Needlework." She nods. "I will investigate." She rises.

"Mm." A thought. "Are they publicly advertising their product?"

"Oh you can order online... URL is right there on this page.." She shows "not sure if that is a lead you can use?"

'And I'm sorry, it's not in Bergen.. just a mile outside "

"It may be, yes. If I suggest I am purchasing...perhaps." Then a frown. "Whose lands?"

"I think it's Essex County but I don't know who rules that"

"Mm." A nod. "May I take this information with me, Anne Marie?"

"Of course, if it will help"

"It will. I thank you. Oh...ah...before I leave, there is another matter. We still seek a placement for Jack that will be good for him, but the flyers he put out have begun to yield responses. We received one last night...an unseelie satyr from Oakhold who seems more interested in access to the balefire and dross than in being a parent. We will, of course, decline."

"Of course!" She says "I.. my.. how can I help poor Jack?"

"Well...we have considered the Farm, but he seems so attached to the gardens at the Lodge. Most of the adults who would make good parents here already have children to care for...but Frank and I did consider a possibility last night....though now I wonder if the addition of a child would complicate matters...." she glances in the direction that Myrtle Anne went.

"Oh.. oh my... " She says "You mean.. Torrin? He's a bit.. old for a child isn't he? He's like... almost too old for dating M.A." A pause "Then again she liked older men. Dating a Senior in High School when she was a Freshman"

"Chief, sit down.. let's talk about Torin and how to test this theory. And M.A. might not be as agaisnt as you think... in confidence...." And Brekke sits down...

and tries not to feel bad at how borderline GOSSSIPY this is