Well, this is about to get interesting in a not altogether unforeseeable way... Page 6 of the Tavern sequence
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"That's a rotten plan, even for ye." Gwae took a long drink before continuing. "I doubt a simple glamour would do much to fool a Lycan. They don't see the world the same way as mortals do. They look without expectin' to see what they think should be there. Besides, the Broceliande is Summer's domain. I doubt they'd take kindly to my magic in there."
Kathalia scoffed. "It's a glamour. Hardly worth them bothering. Besides, I don't think that's stopped you before."
"There are rules. It's practically the Samhain. Summer must cede its power to Winter, but they don't have to like it. They'll be lookin' for any chance they get to get back at Winter. Best not to give them an excuse."
"I thought you didn't involve yourself in the Sidhe politics." Kathalia took another beer from the wench's tray.
"The Merchantmen are more than enough of that for me. My personal involvement isn't relevant to most of the lower fae. I'm still of the Winter Court to them."
"Pssh." Kathalia rolled her eyes in disdain, signalling she was done with the inner workings of the Sidhe Courts. "Fine, so no glamors. Still plenty of time to figure out how to go unnoticed before moonrise."
Gwae raised an incredulous eyebrow. "We dinna have any time. That's the other half of yer plan that's rotten. The moon's already risen."
"No it hasn't. We've got at least an hour."
"It was already up when I got here. I'm surprised the lycan hasn't already gone."
There was a crash as the wench's tray fell to the ground. Gwae's eyes shot to the scene sensing something was wrong for a split second. But nothing seemed out of place in the crowded room and she returned her gaze to her friend.
"You said it yourself. Broceliande is a weird place, especailly on Samhain. I wouldn't be surprised if all the rules don't work exactly like normal. Still, no lycan can resist ..." Kathalia trailed off, staring into the space behind Gwae, lost in thought."
"Hey! This is serious!" Gwae interjected, grabbing Kathalia's attention once more.
"The moon." she finished, still somewhat out of it "We'll need to act fast if that's already up. Don't know how I missed that. I sat across from the window for just that purpose."
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"That's a rotten plan, even for ye." Gwae took a long drink before continuing. "I doubt a simple glamour would do much to fool a Lycan. They don't see the world the same way as mortals do. They look without expectin' to see what they think should be there. Besides, the Broceliande is Summer's domain. I doubt they'd take kindly to my magic in there."
Kathalia scoffed. "It's a glamour. Hardly worth them bothering. Besides, I don't think that's stopped you before."
"There are rules. It's practically the Samhain. Summer must cede its power to Winter, but they don't have to like it. They'll be lookin' for any chance they get to get back at Winter. Best not to give them an excuse."
"I thought you didn't involve yourself in the Sidhe politics." Kathalia took another beer from the wench's tray.
"The Merchantmen are more than enough of that for me. My personal involvement isn't relevant to most of the lower fae. I'm still of the Winter Court to them."
"Pssh." Kathalia rolled her eyes in disdain, signalling she was done with the inner workings of the Sidhe Courts. "Fine, so no glamors. Still plenty of time to figure out how to go unnoticed before moonrise."
Gwae raised an incredulous eyebrow. "We dinna have any time. That's the other half of yer plan that's rotten. The moon's already risen."
"No it hasn't. We've got at least an hour."
"It was already up when I got here. I'm surprised the lycan hasn't already gone."
There was a crash as the wench's tray fell to the ground. Gwae's eyes shot to the scene sensing something was wrong for a split second. But nothing seemed out of place in the crowded room and she returned her gaze to her friend.
"You said it yourself. Broceliande is a weird place, especailly on Samhain. I wouldn't be surprised if all the rules don't work exactly like normal. Still, no lycan can resist ..." Kathalia trailed off, staring into the space behind Gwae, lost in thought."
"Hey! This is serious!" Gwae interjected, grabbing Kathalia's attention once more.
"The moon." she finished, still somewhat out of it "We'll need to act fast if that's already up. Don't know how I missed that. I sat across from the window for just that purpose."
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Um...
Well, I have good news and bad news, Kathalia. Good news is, you're eligible for overtime.
Bad news is, you've found your lycanthrope problem...for the immediate twenty-mile radius surrounding the tavern. And they heard you.
EDIT: Assuming that the drink wasn't spiked with Ye Old Infective Spit Spice. In that case, I think you may want to avoid your old employer for the next ever.
Well, I have good news and bad news, Kathalia. Good news is, you're eligible for overtime.
Bad news is, you've found your lycanthrope problem...for the immediate twenty-mile radius surrounding the tavern. And they heard you.
EDIT: Assuming that the drink wasn't spiked with Ye Old Infective Spit Spice. In that case, I think you may want to avoid your old employer for the next ever.
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