#rivervale_lodge

"Smith, can you eat? Tig, get him some ice chips too."

"And I need you to contact Teaneck."

"Or..... wait, is Siv around?"

"Afraid not, she went sailing with Kassedy"

"Damn. Ok, contact Teaneck."

Tig gets ice chips while smith tries to eat the cookie

Frank tries to get Smith to eat the cookie.

He does, choking a moment but swallowing with help of ice bits and water, "Bit stale." That said, stale or not, it was like 3 days in a hospital recovery right there.

Tig is making the call, "What do you mean there is no Smith? He's an eshu, about six foot 3 inches, talks about his sister? Was shot, chimerically stabbed and had snakes flying after him. THe Mo.. Sir Frank rescued him. Is it possible that SMITH is a code name? " A beat then he covers the phone "They just told me that's on a need to know basis. "

"Well, now THEY need to know he's here, wounded, and asking for Teaneck."

He repeats that on the phone "Well, he's here. He's wounded, and asking for teaneck. Could you send someone... what? No I don't know if he 'had anything on him' I don't strip search a man and loot his pockets when he'sd wounded. Even unseelie trolls don't do that, at least five past lives would appear and kick my ass."

He hangs up, "They say they'll send the proper person to investigate and thank us for our time."

"Mmphm." Frank seems unimpressed. "Let's get him something to wear, Tig."

"Do you feel up to a shower, Smith?"

Smith has passed out into sleep. the Good news, he's stable and then some now

"That'd be a no." he observes.

"We're going to have to carry him to the bath aren't we?" Tig says , "Oh well. Yeah I can get some clothes"

"Let him rest. We'll get him cleaned up later."

"I'll get a wipe for his brow at least," Tig says

"Can I get you a drink while i do taht, Frank?" Tig asks, "And, do you need me to handle things from here while you deal with the delivery?"

Actually Frank was done and closing in on home so he's good, but Tig wouldn't knwo that

"No thank you, Tig; I had the run wrapped up. I was on my way home anyway."

He gets himself a cider.

"Ah, " Tig wipes the guy down a bit, "Any trouble on the run before this?"

"Nope. Need to ask him how he got on the roof of the Rig, though."

"Hopscotch maybe?"

"Perhaps. I will ask." Frank takes a seat with a soft grunt.

Oak barks. Someone coming in he doesn't know

Frank rises and goes to the door. "Good boy...."

Oak wags but stays attentive. Whoever this is, he does not know who they are. If they are enemies, he'll growl and put on his 'mean dog' face, his 'I eat wolves for breakfast' face

Frank waits as well, for the knock.

And the woman on the other side of the door knocks

Frank opens it carefully. "Yes?"

The woman is a sidhe, Autumn by nature, the beauty less etheral than arcadians tend to have, but not less enticing. A long pony tail of raven black goes down past her waist but doesdn't seem to get in the way. She has a dark leather set of armor kept in good condition and that shines, tighter than mortal leather armor would be, more form fitting, yet despite her allure she has a no nonsense look. "I'm Isla, here on behalf of Teaneck? You must be Sir Franklyn." She doesn't bow but offers out a hand

Frank takes it, careful of tiny bones. "I am. Come in. You'll forgive me if I verify your identity?"

"I'd think Rivervale's security sloppy if you didn't," She says

Tig rises and moves to bow to Isla, "And I'm Tig."

"Don't do that, please," Isla makes a face at the bow, "I'm as common as you, Thane Tig. House Scathach and not the titled type"

"Tig, will you call Teaneck and confirm the lady's identity?"

"Hey, she knows me" He smiles ever so slightly, "if she's a spy, she's both well researched and lovely."

Frank pointedly clears his throat.

"Isla, would you take refreshment?"

"I am a spy," isla says "Or at least I work with them. More like a guard for spies, and retreiver," She doesn't seem upset by the flattery "And yes, I know of you, Thane Tig. And what you tend to offer women when they fall for that flattery. It's fine for some. Now back to bussines, yes, Sir Franklyn, I'd love a drink. Nothing alchoholic, I'm on duty"

Tig looks like he just got pushed a side , he nods and calls Teaneck

Frank nods "Coffee, cider? The cider is pressed locally."

"I'll try the cider," she says "And thank you.,"

He nods and gets her a tall glass.

Tig on the call says "yes, raven hair, nice form.. I mean, she's a sidhe. Scathach, kind of judgy?"

Tig has always leaneed a touch more rascal

"Here you are." Frank offers her he glass.