Exton

The last bite of the burger has just disappeared when Guunnar slides into a chair next to Keon. His eyes slide to the shadows and Keon smiles. Twill was faster than he expected. The Dark Lord who comes forward is just over four foot tall, standing head to shoulder with the seated Viking.

The lilt to the voice is Celtic and thick. "The list, Lord Blackthorn. I shall wait for the Viking's choices."

It settles into a chair, feet slowly swinging. Its head turns to watch Tori and Ike where they work the crowd. The hood slips back, lending a glimpse of dark brown, near skeletal features. Surprise has it blinking wide eyes, small nostril holes flaring.

"Tis the Chimeran sisters of the Highlands? Ach, They are still beauties. Has the elder still the fires of the dragons in her heart?"

Keon nods, beckoning to Erik. He holds up the folded list, motioning to the empty seat.

"Do ye fancy her, Lord Torrent?"

The brownie looks up at Keon, shock on his spare features.

"Ach No! The lass scares the bejezus out of me."

Guunnar laughs, turning heads. "I tell you true, little Fae. She is vone I vould not fight mitaus back up."

The brownie nods slowly, bowing his head in agreement with the Viking's words.