#rivervale_lodge

Olger explains "So the kid not only finds the treasure, he leads us to the location where the prisoners were kept. The Minotaur Chief was not ready for us..."

Brow.

Kerri sighs. "Well, the Dreaming seems to have had a plan in mind, I suppose. I'm just glad you're all back, and safe." It's an understatement...she was worried.

"What was the treasure, anyway?"

"We did fine," He grins "Felt like old times. Dame Gladiola's not back in a fight, needs to work on her accuracy but she takes the hits well.... Holger put his vale training to effective use and... oh the treasure? No clue"

A blink. "You didn't see it?"

"Well...where is Holger now?"

She has already taken a good look to determine if her husband is wounded. (Is he?)

OH yes, he's got rips and slices, he's proud of em

"Oh he's in the guest room ... Dame Gladiola said he wanted to think"

She looks up towards the upper floor. "I'm tempted to interrupt him...but he might need the time to process." Still, she sounds impatient, and that impatience gets redirected towards her husband. "You don't get to keep those wounds, you know." She pushes the small plate of healing cookies towards him, since he's been trying to ignore it.

He looks over at Dagmar "Back me up here, Storm pro tem... tell her a scar or two is a mark of a warrior"

Kerri folds her arms. "A scar or two you already have. You don't need more. Greedy."

"I'm not rich enough to have a midlife cris that involves a hot new car" He points out, but takes the cookie and nibbles "mmm"

That gets an approving grin and a wink -- he may get rewarded for this later.

The wounds heal slow "All I know is the treasure looks like a horse or dog or something"

"Hm. Well, that would be in keeping with his goal, I suppose."

"A small thing, bout yay big" He says gesturing to his own meaty paw

"I mean, if he was looking for something that would earn him a pup from Silverwolf, appealing to interests in horse and hound makes sense."

She looks at both Olgar and Dagmar, then takes a seat. "I have a suggestion I'd like to run past you both."

"Oh oh. Wiat's up?"

"Yeah?

"Nothing bad. Just..." She pauses. "The Chieftain and Frank will most likely return from their trip soon. If they come back to hear that there was a crisis of a missing childling while they were away, the Chieftain will likely feel guilty for having taken time away at all. How would you feel...about minimizing this particular story? Make it sound like it was no big deal?"

"I mean..." She considers. "He went on a quest."

"Connor and Lily have done as much."

"Dagmar's right... Holger wasn't the one we had to rescue"

"Yes. And if we present it as that, that should be enough. We needn't discuss how we, ah, might have panicked about a childling gone missing before we knew where he was."

Olgar smirks "WE might have panicked?"

"I have certainly done worse." She shrugs.

She shoots Olgar a resentful look. That reward he was going to be getting seems to be fading from likelihood.

Ahem. Olgar wisely tries to course correct, "Suffice to say, I agree that we should down play the worry. And maybe upplay the success. Those prisoners were so happy to be freed to go ohme. I can't see the 'shacklebreaker' not seeing a quest leading to their rescue as anything but great news"

"And heading into October, let's not... y'know?"

She nods to Olgar, and then nods with even greater emphasis to Dagmar. "Exactly. Then...good. I'll let the Mountain know."

"YEah, good point, Dagmar. Samhain does not go easy on the Chief" then he looks to his wife "By the way, I AM biased, but if there had been a crisis? You three had us ready for it"

Grunt-shrug.

Her grin returns. "Thank you. And Dagmar, than you especially. You upended your routine to be here while managing school. I hope it didn't cause too much trouble."

"I'm doing okay? It's good it's fall. Track is harder in spring."

"I'm thankful for good timing, then. You did a fine job as Storm. I'll make sure the Chieftain knows that."

A tiny smile.

"You done us all proud, kid"

annnnnd purple.

"Agreed. And you seemed to take to it well. How did it feel?"

"Good?"

"I mean, things have mostly been quiet..."

"Oh don't get us wrong, you're not getting your own parking spot. I mean I've been waiting for years..." Another munch of cookie

She nods. "Storm isn't all about the thrilling heroics. The day-to-day needs to get done, too. And you did it." And Olgar gets a swat on the shoulder.

Olgar takes it with a grunt. "She's right. It's the plowing through the must dos and 'needs be done' that's a big part of the job. "

"That's the easy part."

"There's a whole system already in place."

"True. And you worked within it. Of course, if you saw any spots that could use improvement, don't hesitate to say so."