Exton

Erik leads Keon and Trooper into the cabin as the threesome leaves.

"Erik, I cannot touch the door, nor can I enter the room until Trooper has done an initial perusal. Once that is done, I will help you clear the room of furnishings if I may."

Erik nods and sets to yanking out the nails. Soon the door swings open and Trooper steps to the threshold. His nose moves over the floor and he sneezes, shaking his head. He follows a scent back and forth until he ends at the bed. With a growl he returns to the door and does it again. A third time he follows the scent from one furnishing to another, as if the man had been seeking something. Trooper returns to the bed and sniffs the coverings. A soft growl echoes in the room. He returns to Keon and bumps his leg. Keon follows, carefully exploring the sheets.

"Erik, would there be a small plastic bag I could have?" Keon looks up as Erik hesitates at the threshold. "It is fine to enter now. Trooper has the scents and trails."

Using the barest tips of his fingers, Keon picks up a hair. It is easily as long as his own, but brilliant red. A feather follows, not white or dark as normal pillow feathers, but streaked with vibrant colors. He turns to Erik as he closes the bag.

"The hair I can use to help find at least that particular Sidhe. The feather... I have no idea. It could be a part of a spell, or belong to one of the attackers. I will have one of our trackers check it out."

He raises the bag, looking through the plastic. "Where will you lead us, little pretty? I need a more sensitive Hunter than myself to detect from whence you came." He pockets the bag and begins to roll the sheets into a ball.

"Where shall we burn these wretched furnishings?"