Exton

Keon's mug hits the countertop with a precise tap. His dark eyes narrow, going cold.

Tannr is suddenly glad that look has nothing to do with himself. He motions to Monty and the bartender leans close. Moments later they are lead to a booth in the warded section. As Tannr slides in, Guunnar lowers his great bulk onto the bench beside him. A small dark man slips in beside Keon.

Not a word is said. Two chairs slide up to the table. A petite woman with wild blonde hair settles in one as her companion drops himself into the other. There is a loud buzz over their heads and two demifae land on the table.

Guunnar looks over the companions, murrmurring softly. "Raina und the Vild Vone shouldt be here. Dey are svorn to Little Sister as vell."

"Monty is calling her cell. He was talking to one of the foursome when we were clued to join you." There is slur to the man's words, and he leans on the table. He lets his glamour slip, revealing the spare features of a Brownie.

"Tannr, let me introduce you to your sister-in-law's most loyal retainers, next to your Sister and Brother. You know Guunnar. He is my second among The Riders of Herne. The gentlemen to my left are Dark Lords, and close friends. Lord Torrent, Lord Twillon, this is Tannr, Brother to Raina and Erik, recently a Warrior of the Unformed Plane."

The woman's eyes come up, fixing him with a piercing stare. "Weebit, companion to Twillon, last of her Troop, survivor of the Plane. On the table is Miko and Tonio, First of the Guardians of the Tavern."

Weebit's voice is soft, but harsh. "What brought a human to the Plane?"

"His reasons are his own Weebit. Let's call it Destiny's guidance, shall we?"

Her gaze moves to Keon. She drops her eyes, recognizing the tone, the loss of the familiar Irish lilt. "No offense meant Dealg Drubh. Humans do not last long in our Realm. Brother to The Vikings does not mean he is with us. You know as well as I that family betrays each other."

Twillon's hand covers hers. "We have found out that her Troop was delivered into the hands of their abuser by one of their own. It doesn't sit well, Ke."

The Dark Fae nods. "We feel your pain. But feel, Weebit. Take the feel of his energy." She closes her eyes, holding a hand before her, focusing.Her hand lowers, clasping Twillon's "You worry over the Star and her giving birth. You know something of which we should be aware?"

Tannr nods slowly, watching the people around the table. Members of the Hunt, the fabled Assassin's Guild, even the underestimated Warrior Spies.. What exactly the woman was, he didn't dare hazard a guess. She was Fae, that was enough to know she was dangerous.

"There is a Drow who has collected followers and intends to kill Star and her son. His name is..."

"Nathlyn." Gone is the drunken demeanor. There is no slur to the words. The eyes are a clear earth brown, brimming with anger. "He is as determined to destroy the prophesy as I am to serve my Lady of the Star and Moons. There is a faction that follows him. There are others that hunt him."

All eyes move to the Brownie. "What news Torrent?"

Torrent sighs. "The Queen of the Dark Court has had word that the Hope of the Realms is here, somewhere. She wants her brought to the Dark Court so the child can be raised among the Unseelie. The Queen of the Bright Court has let words be whispered to keep the Hope safe in the Human Realm. The Drow has left his stronghold and seeks the Hope. It is thought the Dark Lords seek to control the Hope." He grins, a spectral look in his near featureless face. "Then again, people think much that is wrong."

Monty approaches the table and grins at Keon. He slides a slip of paper into his hand and walks away. The Sidhe Lord opens it and grins, he passes it to Tannr, then around the table.

From Raina and Ky'thyri... Don't Hunt anyone without us.