Exton

Trooper nudges Keon's hand. The Dark Lord lays fingertips to the scaly scalp and nods. Pressing a palm against the tattoo on his chest, the Dark Fae closes his eyes and breathes deeply. There is a burn in his veins as the spell Mer Cronigh wrought for him nullifies the remnants of the Drow's poison.

Trooper trots to the treeline and sniffs. He pauses, then sniffs again. His eerie howl seems to echo as it is answered from the far reaches of the woods. He turns to glance over his shoulder at Keon, huffing. The Hell Hound bounds through the scrub and disappears among the shadows.

Wiping his blade, Keon slides it into its sheath. Wish runs across the porch and vaults onto the railing, then up onto the roof. Pike bows and taps on the door. When Tannr cracks it open, the Wyldfae points at the people in the yard.

"Fun's over."

He sounds disappointed. With a glance at Keon he climbs up on the railing, then jumps off the porch. There is the sound of laughter as Pike and Wish race toward the stables. Keon grins at the sound.

"Fun... I barely broke a sweat." He bows to his companions. "Drow are gone. Their presence has drifted from the woods." He looks to the cabin. "Let's check on Star and the others."