Exton

"Patra says his people found something that might belong to one of yours."

The kid slid from the low stone wall, falling into step beside Twillon. The small glamour that rounded Twill's eartips, also hid his sword and gave him the look of a short hairstyle. The jeans and T were his. Keon had advised him it was better to look local, especially if he were going to take daytime patrols. Less need for any major magicks, more concentration on what was going on around him... it seemed to be accurate, except he had somehow missed the kid on the wall.

The kid looked up at him from under shaggy bangs. Twillon gave up trying to figure out if it was male or female. The clothes were no help, nor was the voice. He gave the kid a small grin.

"Patra's people, My people, who are Your people?"

The kid looks around, lowering their voice until nearly a whisper. "I am one of Exton's kids. That's what everyone calls us." Glancing down an alley, the kid motions. "This way. He is bringing the stuff to you. The ones who found it want to meet on neutral ground. Personally, I think they are afraid you will eat them." The kid shrugs. "You don't smell like Ghoul, but then the Brothers don't either, unless you get up close."

Twillon raises a brow. "The brothers?"

The kid laughs. "The Brothers Grim, the morticians... they're good guys, for ghouls. Anyway," The kids suddenly stops and sniffs at Twillon. "Nope... you smell like the fae who lives out at the lake."

A hulking figure steps from the shadows. Twillon's hand slides around the grip of the short sword riding unseen on his hip. The bag he is carrying drops to the ground at his feet. Patra grins, doffing his hat. A small figure shuffles forward, something soft held tight to its spare frame. Only as it approaches Twillon does he realise it is a woman. She offers the clothes, saying nothing. When he doesn't take them at first, she turns and looks at Patra.

"She doesn't speak. Clovis has never spoken as long as I have known her. When she and Maggie brought this to me, Maggie told me what they saw.."

Again, the woman Clovis held out the small pile. Something small and shaggy sat at Patra's feet. His hand stroked its head, and a small sound of pleasure  reached Twillon's ears. He examined the bundle. Jeans, button down shirt, sneakers, underwear, smashed bits of cell phone. The clothes were torn, shredded in places by claws. That alone made him think Shifter's belongings.

The small creature came forward, holding out something that dangled from its hand. He gently took the object, examining the creature as well as what it held. It looked like a young girl, but was covered in silky looking fur. He blinked, looking closer and he saw the anger that crossed her near hidden features. Her voice is strong, words spat at him.

"Get a good look? See the freak? Take the stuff and go home, Mr. Perfect."

She turns on her heel and tugs at Clovis' arm, moving closer to Patra. The kid stares after her, then at Twillon.

"Dude... you pissed her off. If you want her help, you need to show her you are not like her family." When Twillon just looks at him the kid leans close. "Drop your spell. Show her your ears."

Shrugging, Twillon lets the spell dissolve. His eartips lengthened, his hair fell down his back in a long braid. At his hip was a shortsword, his longer blade in a sheath across his back. Clovis tugs at Maggie's arm, pointing at the Sidhe. The woman takes in the changes, then turns on Patra.

"He's one of your world. Isn't he?" Patra nods. "God damned foreigners... Well maybe he can help the kid that wore those. He took off when they tried to force him in a cab. Ain't seen him since."

Twillon picks up the bag and holds it out to Patra. The Troll looks inside and grins. Patra hands the bag to Maggie. She looks in the bag, then turns to look at Twillon. He smiles at her. Monty had put all the leftovers he could scrounge into it.

"Payment for your eyes, the help you give. Enough to share, I hope."

She hands a sandwich to Clovis, The woman stares at it until Maggie nods. Maggie watches her get comfortable on a set of steps, before she turns to stare at Twillon. After a few moments she begins to talk, eyes still locked with the Sidhe. She tells him of watching him stumble from the bar, how something made his face clear, all signs of being drunk disappear. She couldn't see what was going on when he slipped down onto the sidewalk, didn't get it until a fox ran out the other side, narrowly missed being hit by a car. She managed to get a look under the cab, but had to hide when the cabbie came back. When he pulled out, she and Clovis picked up the stuff the kid left behind. Unfortunately, the phone had been run over, but the jewelry was still okay.

Twillon nodded, looking at the charm as it glittered in the sunlight. "I'll take this back to the Tavern, maybe someone will know who it belongs to, and we can find him before he runs into trouble again."

As he turns to go, Maggie calls out after him. "Don't know if this helps, but when we grabbed his stuff, there was a lingering smell of rotting meat. Clovis thinks it was the cabbie and the girlfriend. Says she smelled her when she ran past, trying to catch the fox."

Twillon nods, waving as he pulls his glamour back in place. The kid pulls a plastic bag out of a hidden pocket, handing it to Twillon. The clothes disappear into it, hiding them from sight. The pair stroll back along the street, Twillon lost in thought. The kid touches Twillon's arm and salutes him as he looks.

"I am gone... but here's a thought. There's a fox that runs on patrols. Goes to the local college..." Hopping up on a wall, the kid grins at Twillon. "Friends with the local Alpha's halfbred son. I hear he carries a dolphin with him."

The kid seems to vanish from sight. Twillon waits, listening for any sound. When there is no more, he turns toward the Tavern, steps quickening.