Exton

There is a stillness that comes over the Riders. Guunnar turns from the mug Monty has just poured, watching the door. Keon rises, settling a hand on Cassie's shoulder. His gaze settles on the door as well. From various tables men stand, all eyes going to the as yet closed door. Ramji's voice carries over the hushed room.

"Herne, Lord of the Hunt, Guardian of the Forest Ways, Master of the Riders."

Red eyes slip from the shadows, followed by a cloaked man. His antlers rise majestically past door height. Keon squeezes Cassie's shoulder and takes two steps forward.

"Greetings and Salutations Lord Herne. Your Riders await. Would you have news, strategy, or libations My Lord?"

The Hounds move, silent steps making way through the first tables. Herne moves just as sliently, stopping before Keon.

"Libations, then information." He moves past Keon, heading for Ramji's table. Guunnar motions to Monty, who hands him Keon's poteen. He heads for the table as Herne settles into a chair, Hounds at His feet. Herne looks at Keon , expression hidden by his hood.

"Keon, come sit." The hood moves slightly. "And bring your woman. I want to see what has stolen My Rider's heart from the Hunt."

There is a sound in the silence, the rustle of silk and light footsteps. A thick accent, sensually exotic caresses the room.

"Ees there room at thy table, Lord Herne, for an ex-Rider?"

The Hunter nods and Ramji pulls out a chair for her.

"Not ex, Lady Leather. You and your paramour are very accomplished Hunters. Your aid is quite welcome." The hood dips slightly, "What have you in your arms?"

Silk helps the demifae sit against the flower pot. "My Lord, thees ees Meeko. It was he who sent a messenger to your Hall. He has a tale to tell."

Keon leads Cassie to the table. He walks slightly ahead of her, pulling out a chair for her to sit beside Silk. He remains standing behind her chair.

"My Lord Herne, may I present Cassandra... Loch..."

The antlers cock slightly. Something glints within the hood. Silk's hand slides along the back of Cassie's chair. The movement is not missed. Herne turns his gaze to Silk. The gypsy's lids lower, a wicked smile curling her sensual lips.

"So girl. You have the Huntress as a protector." His gaze rises to Keon. "Why would she protect her, My Lord of Hounds?"

Guunnar hides a smile, waiting. Cassie looks at the big man, confused.

"She carries my child My Lord. She is..."

His words break off as the Hunter laughs. He stands, raising Keon's bottle of Poteen and toasts the couple.

"Congratulations My Lord of Hounds, Lady of the Lakes. Oh, stand down Deamonkind. We drink to Keon and Cassandra, and to the treasure the Goddess has gifted to them."