#scarsdale

"It does have glamour though, how odd" Lily says " I like the feel of that"

"No time like the present."

"I shall lurk from a distance" Lily assures

Siv, it appears, is already texting for a car

Knight's heart arrives

"AH yes," Lily approves, "Come, let us go to this Voodoo tea. If we are fortunate, we shall get there for the.. denu.. moy? Oh bother. French is lovely but vexing. I may actually have to pay attention to Mountain Vali. Which will only encourage him"

SIv snerks at that

"Hold on to something when we dive." Symon says, then takes the advice himself.

Vroom Vrom... rrrr ... whoosh whoosh...

Siv looks at the driver, a pooka "Very sound effects, start the car and get us to Voodoo tea quickly, please"

The pooka puts it out of park and drives them to Voodoo tea.

Voodoo Tea has a New Orleans vibe even if it's in Baton Rouge. Symon can see gris gris bags and other Voudin symbols hanging about to add ambiance, but it smells of tea! Tea from all over the world to judge by the jars marked with symbols of nations from each continent.

Lily gapes and pulls at his shirt while carrying a bear, "it's all tea related dross"

"Indeed it is," A man , a sluagh, withered and old speaks. His mortal form looks like a wizened old black man, and it translates to a skin that reminds one of stagnant black swamps that will be death to most. "My daughter and I work here. I see you are all in the know, so please, talk openly. I have no other customers today"

Symon greets them politely and introduces Lily and Siv, then, "We're looking for an Eshu, fledge, around... 14-15? Name of Tzipporah." He describes her. "She is sluagh kin, and has been abducted... possibly from near here."

To some's surprise, there is absolutely no hesitation or bargaining involved, "Please, call me Papa Nettle. Tzipporah is a friend of my daughters, they are both Eshu, you know? She has been here a few times, in fact, she was supposed to be here for a pick up of great price, paid for and everything. A gift for her sister. Abducted?" A hiss "I wonder.. no, no, she'd not go to that place. They only take the desparate and poverty stricken"

"There was a random note left. They asked for money." Symon is quietly seething.

"Please , Papa Nettle" Lily says with big eyes that promise torment for those who offend her, "We so long to bring harsh lessons to unpleasant people"

"Yes, sir" Siv adds "Right of rescue, of course is a must, but we are going a bit blind. If you could direct us to likely candidates? "

"There's a scrapyard, unpleasant dangerous place. It hires hooligans. I suspect they are up to shady doings and I care not for them. They were outside a local bus stop..." He describes two men

Symon nods slowly. "Appreciated, Mister Nettle. Please excuse if we don't stay for tea just yet."

"THank ye, sir, we're very grateful indeed. We'll let Tziporah know you've done a service to her"

Papa Nettle chuckles "Papa Nettle, Please. And right of rescue goes to us all. ANd sluaugh look out for each other also. May dark waters hide you from hunters, or.. help you hunt back" He gestures as they go

Lily curtsies, and walks out iwth the wilders "It is near, a mile?"

Symon is huffing, breathing a little hard, but he shows no sign of slowing what is, for him, a quick pace.

And they move to..

Anywhere

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