Exton

Being with the Courts has left a wary tension in Keon's shoulders. He had seen Silk arrive and his interest in her arrival from both queens. But he had also noticed that Inari followed her with her eyes, and noted that he had glanced back to the door, watching for another.

Mab rises, smoothing her skirts. She nods to Titania as one of her escort holds her cloak. "Well Cousin, it has been a pleasure to visit with You, but I feel a need to return to My own lands. Will You remain, or shall We ride as One?"

The Fair Queen smiles sweetly, rising as well. Both escorts appear as if summoned from nowhere. "I concur Cousin. Only a little time has passed at Home, but there are ever matters of which to attend." Her pale gazer turns on Keon, and Twillon, who has joined them when his own patrol was over. Weebit watches, hidden among his long locks.. "My Lords, and lady, do bid Our farewells to all? 'Twas a pleasure to spend time among the residents of this Realm."

The men bow to the Queens and heads turn as the assembled Courts drift from the Tavern. Inari halts at the door,hand on Titania's sleeve. The Queen smiles and Inari bows. As the door closes the petite Fae returns to the table after stopping with Star and Erik for a moments. She lowers herself into a chair and sighs, visibly relaxing.

"Ambassador?"

She smiles, much more casual than in the company of the Queens. "Oh please... Inari. And I already said their goodbyes to Star and Erik, so don't feel as if their request still stands."

Twillon smiles. "In that case, if you will both excuse us for about twenty minutes... Weebit would like to become a bit more... Well, we will be back."

Weebit's urgent whisper has Twillon smiling. Moments later he is nearly racing up the stairs to their room. Inari raises a brow and Keon laughs.

"Her changing has a rather... intense and pleasurable, result." The sound of chords being strummed draws their attention to the stage. The sisters are checking their guitars as Ob and Stoney kiss their wives before taking the stage.

Keon gives Inari a slow smile. "My Lady Ambassador, would you grace this humble assassin with a dance, if they play anything slow?"

Inari laughs, a genuine bubble of laughter not heard in the Halls of either Court.

"My Lord Keon, I know full well that the Dark Lords are not the assassins most want to paint them. Please, call me Inari, and I would be honored."

"Then Inari... my friends call me Ke... and I will be right back."

He catches up to the brothers as they reach the stage. There is a hurried discussion and Keon drops back into his chair moments later. "They will do their best."