Exton

There is a commotion by the door, another by the window. The screech of pain turns heads. A demifae drops to a tabletop, wings shredded. Red streaks the little man's tunic and in moments he disappears under a mound of winged adversaries.

Truant whistles and the small man finds himself held upright, trapped between two warriors. The head demifae cracks his knuckles and smiles. "You wanna tell me why you helped dat Sidhe bitch?"

The little man glares straight ahead saying nothing. Truant nods and the demifae pull hard, bracing the captive. One, two, the punches land with solid thunks. The man jerks from the force of the blows. Truant lines up another punch.

"Yo. I'm talkin to you! What'd she promise?"

The demifae says nothing, staring past Truant. Another demifae, leans close holding out a small pouch to the Leader.

"This? This is..."

His words are drowned out by an uproar on the stairs. Another demifae struggles in the hands of her captors. Miko's youngest brother leads the way.

"Caught her trying to open a window on the second level, said Morgan promised her a drink from the child she helped take."

Fea smiles and offers Truant her hand. "I hae a child she can drink from. She won't be liken it." She cackles, raising the hairs on the shifters' necks. She eyes the other captives. "That one..." She points to the male Truant was beating, "he can come below wi' me. Find out the crime o' the third, an I may hae something for it as well. Or mayhaps a collector's box."

She cackles again as the three are bound together. Fea upends a mesh colander over the trio. "That should keep them until I am ready to leave."