#rivervale_lodge

Dagmar is home, so Dagmar is busy. She's had a narrow focus on physical activities - hauling hay, mucking stalls, chopping firewood, clearing brush, and, like this moment, hours at the pells with her wooden practice halberd. Sweat gleams along her bare arms - scars out as she works solo, a brutal, repetitive regime that begs the question of whether the weapon or the target will break first.

There are also been a lot of Roc feathers about the area.

Dagmar heard about the Roc, but has quietly avoided the subject. The stoic reaction probably covers opinions.

Indeed. Nearby watching her with... well, concern, not that the Cat would admit it, is Odin. Her activity has him curious, and her intensity seems to annoy him. If she hurts herself, who will tend to his needs?

Brown Dog just gets in the way, but lovably so.

She does have the discipline to avoid Brown Dog as she trains.

(Later the answer proves to be the pell, and the cracking is accompanied by a loud "Fuck!" before the troll tromps off to gather supplies to fix it. Felling a tree might be a good occupation for a while, anyways.)

Indeed, they'll need wood to build a new pell!

Whether Frank and or Brekke notice the destroyed Pell depends. Busy times. There's a lot of Roc meat

The pell's condition prompts a raised brow from Brekke, though attempts at repair have been made.

Vali says "Pell piss you off?"

"Not I," she replies. "I thought you might know who."

"No clue. I rushed over here too late to kill a roc bird" He admits "Gerd's healed up, told me about that. I take it you know that story, ate a sandwich?"

"I have only just arrived back. I did notice an abundance of meat. And feathers. A roc? Unusual."

"What's unusal was that it had some counter magic to keep Gerd from flickerflashing and went after her specificaly" He frowns

Her brow furrows. "That sounds as though it were sent by somebody targeting her."

"My very thought. Rocs do not normally block flicker flash. Someone prepared this one, and sent it. I don't know who... yet."

"Hm. Somebody who knows Gerd's talents. Somebody who wishes to use those talents, or who wishes for us not to have access to them." A grumble. "That leaves too many possibilities."

"Gerd rarely complains, but we do rely on her flickerflash at key moments." He ponders "I'm trying to stay calm about this. But I've raised her since she was 7 and a half. Hard not to get angry when she's targetted"

Brekke nods somberly. "I would have difficulty remaining calm in your place. Well...we have some of the meat and the feathers. Can you cantrip a vision of its origin, somehow?"

"Already tried" He admits "All I got was a glimpse of a very ornate glove with leather and silver entwined. No house symbol that I saw. "

A frown. "Dark leather?"

"Yes, the colors black and silver tend to mean Eiluned or Ailil, but I'm not sure this was a noble .... it may have been a falconer's glove, which makes no sense as that Roc is not fitting on even a troll's arm"

"Perhaps not practical, but symbolic of falconry skills?"

"Someone takes pride in their mastery of the Chimera? Mmm perhaps so" He nods

A nod. "Still...Gerd is well-known in both Eiluned and Ailil households," she points out.

"Akanthea would do horrible things to anyone who tried to hurt her" He says "For my sake, if need be. The Baron of Silverwolf?" A shake of hsi head "Doesn't fit to my mind. "

"I do not mean to suggest that either the Countess or the Baron, themselves, would be the guilty party. But perhaps somebody in one of their households."

"In their Houses? Maybe. THeir households... mmm New Agengard might have some one trying something under Thea's nose but they'd be very unwise. I suppose we could talk to those in Silverwolf and ask if they know anyone who can control a Roc."

"Which direction was the roc seen flying off?"

"East" he says "At least, Gerd thinks it was East"

"Perhaps Frank or Kerri will be able to say with certainty."

"I'll double check with them" Vali says "Who knows, I may get fired from the school and get some free time." Wryly

A frown. "What does this have to do with the school?"

"I was there when I got the call, ditched a meeting with the Administration. They'll notice that. " He shrugs "Come on inside, Chief. I'll tell you about it over coffee if you like."