Exton

The cloak slides from Keon's shoulders as if the weight of the world is dragging on it. Keon hangs it on a hook and breathes deep. The tavern is busy, not just with the usual college crew, but with more and more of the local residents. There are a few humans in the crowd. Not witches and wizards, although there are more in attendence than when Pandora first opened the doors, but full blood humans who are open minded enough to be able to pass through the wards. Keon heads to the bar, intending to hand over his shortsword.

Monty is at the corner of the bar. A glass of raspberry wine already poured and waiting. Keon smiles in gratitude and exchanges with Monty. A note slips into his hand and he palms it, seeking a table where he can watch the room and keep towards the shadows. Settling himself, Keon relaxes. Guunnar waves at him, raising a tankard in his direction. Keon smiles. The Viking has found a place to enjoy. Then again, it could be the company surrounding him. There is the tall pale shifter who has caught his attention, along with several other beautiful females. Guunnar's laughter booms, counterpoint to the music. Keon can just imagine what stories the man is telling his admirers.

Opening the note, Keon's face grows grim. What fae has come seeking Gareth? Hasn't the Knight had enough pain recently? Keon awaits the demifae who have been set to spy. Truant should soon have news of this Morgan. Once he knows where she holds her residence, he can send a retrieval team. Gareth would have Conal's remains interred at his discretion, not the flame haired Unseelie.

Pandora and Ob step off the stairs and it takes a moment for Keon to spy their self appointed guard, Miko. Pandora's hair has been swept up in a complex cluster of curls. Miko stretched out in a bank of curls, looking like a beautiful adornment.

Keon smiles to himself. Such a deadly little adornment... Ob points out Keon and steers Pandora to his table. Before she even reaches the table, Ike is setting down a plate of salsa and chips.

Keon smiles at Pandora.

"My Lady Witch! You look lovely, being with child becomes you." He bends over her hand, kissing the top lightly. He clasps hands with Ob and invites them to join him. "I think I am a little surprised that Obsidian has not draped you in a sari or a kaftan. I imagine the styles would be quite stunning on you."

With a nod, Keon acknowledges Miko, then turns his gaze to the room in general. "I'm a little concerned. I have had no word from those trailing the Unseelie. I trust her as far as I believe Star could throw her."

Ob grins. "Not far then, Keon?"

"Nay lad... not far at all."