Exton

A knock on the kitchen door stops conversation.

"Ike."

Ob opens the door slowly and Guunnar steps around Ike into the room. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms.

"Herne knows that Cassie ist not drunk. Vat ist goink on?"

Keon knows the signs. The Viking will not move until he knows.

"Tell My Lord Herne that we have just received word Morgan plans to get a child tonight."

There is a sob and Stoney pulls Alise closer. He slides Tomas in his arm so Alise can lean on him.

"She vill not succeed. Ve vill take care of da perimeter." The big man smiles. It is an eerie sight considering the situation. "Ve vill take to da shadows. I go tell Herne now."

As Guunnar turns to leave, Keon lays a hand on the bigger mans' arm. "Quietly, Guunnar. She could have both eyes and ears already in the tavern..."

The smiles slips a little, becoming a very wicked grin.

"If she does, ve vill.. take care of dem."

Silk smiles very sweetly. "Scusi mi amorati. I have a call to make."

She flips open her cell and punches in one number. It is answered on the first ring.

"Mi amor, there is something you should know..."

Guunnar raises a brow to Keon, but it is Stoney who answers. "She calls *La Main Droite de la Mort."

Guunnar huffs his moustache and nods solemnly. He slips back into the kitchen and heads back to Herne.


*the Right Hand of Death