Exton

Pandora has been busy, Chloe sitting safely away from the tainted items, watching the fairies dancing above her. Ike's thoughts tell him of the shifters and fae who have come to help with the cleanup.

The Tavern is closed for the night due to illness, so the sign on the door says. Ob's thought caresses along Pandora's as he stretches his wings.

Bruha, I am going to take a flight over the block. I am going to stop with Tori, have her take another pass when she wakes. Stoney and Alise will be down soon.

He feels her acknowledge, feels Chloe's giggles as the demifae do loops over her seat. Standing on the balcony, he stares into the early evening. Red eyes glimmer in the deeper shadows. The setting sun reflects off his cousin's silks as she dances slowly around a small pile of debris. He breathes deep and jumps. His wings flap once, twice and he is up, catching a thermal to glide over the block.

He spies Tori, still stone, on an apartment's balcony in the building next to the Gallery. There is a painting on an easel at the front door of the gallery. Torrent lounges on a chair at a table outside, sipping at a glass. Anyone else would see an elderly black man. To Ob's eyes he glows, shimmering with the power of his People.

Ob opens his mind to Tori. He eases her thoughts about Grace, letting her know Torrent watches over her. Tori winces at the mention of the brownie Dark Lord, but says nothing. She agrees to his request to take another loop around the city when she can move.

Angling back to the Tavern, he spies something in the shadows of the alley. A couple lounges at the mouth of the alley. He makes a pass over them, landing on the roof and peering down. They seem to be watching the front door. Both jerk away from the wall and move on, looking back over their shoulder. As they leave, Ob catches sight of two demifae sheathing their swords. He grins and walks to the roof door, shifting to head downstairs.

Miko's brother salutes him and alights on his shoulder. The two men head for the bar.