#rivervale_lodge

So it is, possible, that Dagmar might get contacted by Kerri regarding Holger

Oh, it's likely that happened shortly after Kerri found out. Dagmar gets a call on her phone.

"Hey?"

"Sam, it's Kerri. I need you to come in. We've got a problem."

A beat. "Okay, I'll be there in twenty."

"You're down at Rutgers?"

"Yeah, but I know a shortcut with the bike." Kerri can hear background noises - the shuffle of cloth, the rattle of keys, the creak of a door.

Kerri's turn to hesitate, then she says, "I'll have food and Dr. Pepper waiting."

The call ends.

Twenty minutes or so later, there's an ample roast beef sandwich ready and waiting.

It is actually 22 minutes, but close enough, when Kerri hears the rumble of the motorcycle

And the Dr. Pepper comes out of the fridge to be placed alongside the sandwich. Kerri knows Dagmar tends to prefer talking in the kitchen, so that's where things are set up, but easily moved if preferred.

((For clarity: This would still be back in September. Things are kind of a suspended time frame for a few reasons.))

((totes. There's stuff)

Indeed, the tromp of boots beelines for the kitchen.

Kerri looks a bit busy. Most other people might look borderline harried given the situation, but busy is how Kerri looks right now.

She does give a grateful grin as Dagmar enters the kitchen. "I'm sorry to draw you away from school," she says as she indicates the meal and invites her to sit.

"Well, I was planning on coming home for the weekend anyway. Just... motivated me to move earlier. Ooo..." She crosses over to sit by the plate.

"Well, good." A pause. "So, the situation is this: we have a missing person. You know Holger, from Fenix?"

Brow furrow. Nod. "Good kid. Earnest."

"Yes, good word for him. And driven. Well, he left here the other day, and I think we all assumed he had another safe passage back to Fenix. But he never arrived."

Frown. "That's bad. I mean, it's a direct trod..."

"Well, it doesn't look like it's a trod problem. Seems he got it into his head that he needs one of the new pups in order to be a proper guardian. And then Dame Gladiola told him something along the lines that the Baron would be unlikely to part with one except for a steep price or a significant treasure." A sigh. "The Mountain has done some scrying, and it looks like Holger has taken this as a challenge to go on a Dreaming quest. Alone."

Her mouth twists.

"I mean, childlings aren't children, exactly. But...."

Kerri nods. "But even the most mature childlings would be best not to take their first Dreaming quest without companions."

"If he were already well-versed with the perils of the Silver, that would be a different matter."

"Exactly. Doesn't he have that whole gaggle of girls? The pooka, the DeBuke, there was a little sidhe?"

"He does. But he sees himself as their protector. I think he's trying to avoid putting them in danger for a goal that he has decided is his."

"Right. Trolls."

A smirk. "Not that we're familiar or anything."

"Right?" Grin.

"So - Olgar?"

Then she sighs again. "The Chieftain and Frank are still away, and...I'm reluctant to interrupt their time together. The Mountain is going to be doing extensive scrying, so I'm covering his duties."

A nod at her question. "Olgar is on the Silver. Gladiola is with him."

"I've also alerted DarkGate to keep an eye on their trods, in case Holger emerges there."

"So..." she shakes her head "...there's not an immediate action you can take, but...well, you're acting Storm, and I wanted you to know you may be called upon. We're down a few people here, and I can't say that makes me feel secure."

"Right. Okay, I'll commute while this is happening."

"Olgar seems the best bet for finding him - scrying the dreaming is tricky, from what I understand. Siv's spooky friend, Vali, maybe Emmit?"

"Oh! What about a wisp?"

"I don't know if a wisp would do much from here. We know he's on the Silver. If it would help there, I'm sure Olgar will know to cast one. And..." that grateful grin is back "...thank you for being willing to commute. I know it's a pain, but...."

"Not too big a deal. I like knowing I'm needed."

"And needed you are." Kerri nods. "How's the sandwich?"

"Good!"

And almost gone, at that.

"Want another?"

It's a silly question; she's already getting the fixings out to make another, and the conversation turns to less-dire talk.

((End Scene))