Exton

"Torrent, return the list to Twillon, please."

Keon makes a few notations on the list and hands it to the brownie. The little fae Lord nods, and with one backwards glance, slips into the shadows and is gone.

A demifae buzzes Keon, whispering and darting quickly away. With a nod to Guunnar, Keon rises and waves to Tori. Paying his tab, Keon makes a stop by the young shifters for whom he has developed a fondness. he speaks quietly with Marcus, who steps outside to make a call.

"Ron," The werefox looks up. "Would you give this to Cassandra for me?"

He slips a small box into Ron's hand. "And ask her, if perchance, she would like to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"

Marcus returns and nods to Keon. "The Elders agree, tomorrow at noon. We will keep our people away from the clearing. Just remember to clean up afterwards." Keon nods to the young men and turns to go. "Ron... the box is bespelled. Only Cassandra can open it."

Keon hopes she understands the note inside the box.

Beauty is not what everyone sees, but in the singularity of itself. To see the beauty I see, get a little wet.

Smiling, Keon slips out the main door and disappears into the shadows.