Exton

Guunnar raises his head and nods to the trees. Keon follows his gesture, noting movement. The shifters are returning from their hunting. Many of the hunters find their piles of clothes, shifting back to human shape and redressing quickly.

Keon canters his mount forward waiting for the large halfling to approach.The older woman who lost her daughter, follows her son-in-law. She offers Keon her hand. She seems to think better of what she is about to say. Keon smiles. Someone remembers not to thank the Fae.

"Will you take a message to the woman who was the focus of the search?"

Keon nods. She wipes her hand on her jeans, then rests it on the halflings arm. Looking back at the others, she purses her lips.

"We wish to gift her with the skins of the traitors. Because of her, we have avenged our Kin. We will have rugs made for her to wipe her feet on. The traitors are worth nothing more."

The shifters begin to slip away into the dark. With a final nod the pair disappear into the woods. Soon after the sounds of engines mark their departures.

Guunnar laughs. "Bloodthirsty lot.. No vunder Herne likes them. Come Keon. Ve go get a trink at the tavern, ja?" he grins  "Maybe the battle not started yet?"

"You are hopeless Guunnar. Whiskey and battle... a true Viking." Ramji slaps Guunnar on his back. "Let's go Keon. I think it might be good. We all need a little diversion."

The Black Coach clatters off, Silk's mother snapping the horses into a gallop, to return to Herne by the Shadow Paths.

"Let's go lads... I want to see if my favorite tavern is still standing."