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The Baron and Jonathan Winter appear to have a quick conversation on 
the balcony.  At the conclusion Jonathan steps forward and shouts for 
all to hear, "We still do not have an entirely full court, so if 
anyone wishes to fill a courtly position please approach me at any 
time during the rest of the eve."

At which point the atmosphere of the hall changes, the musical 
instruments float back to life and several couples return to the 
wooden dance floor in the center of the hall.

Josephus and Spydera stand near the barons talking softly to 
themselves. After which Spydera returns to the Baron's side and 
Josephus makes his way down the stairs and disappears through a set 
of double doors behind the bar.

Daehan stands near the bar, currently being talked to by a rather old 
looking Boggan about the way of the future for Glamour conservation 
acts.

Shealea remains seated at a small table with Maia sitting on her 
lap.  Maia is enlightening Shealea about her experiences as a scribe 
to the Queen Mab a few centuries ago.

Benjamin Rabbit can be seen dancing once more with Duchess Veronica.  
While Qupnar stands at attention, near a small water fountain, ready 
for any slight call for assistance of his Lady.

At the Bar sits a shadowy figure, that many are whispering about his 
flashy entrance and his name being Mathurian and something about him 
being of service for the proper fee as are all sluagh.

A strange creature sits on a bar stool near the shadowy figure.  The 
creature casually watches the crowd while licking from a saucer full 
of brandy at the bar.

On the other side of the shadowy figure sits a fox pooka in the robes 
of a Jedi Master complete with light saber at his belt.  Drinking 
lemonade he seems to be engrossed in a story he is telling to shadowy 
figure.

The young Athletic Satyr, Frankshunple has recently walked toward a 
troll that some would say marvels the beauty of the sidhe.  Her name 
is Freja Mjorn she stands tall and acknowledges the approaching Satyr.

The newly arrived sidhe Baron stands at the top of the balcony 
talking with his guardian, a strong and exceptional skilled looking 
warrior.

Working toward the balcony another remarkable sidhe with a gecko on 
her shoulder appears to be heading in the direction of the baron. 

Chester a rather unique cat can be seen teaching a new game that he 
used to play at court when he was a kitten to a bunch of childlings.

Countess Violet seems to have slipped out of the hall for she is no 
longer present.


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Focusing his attentions on Baron Von A'Koop, the Baron Moonshower 
replies, "My friend, I'm sure, would love the exercise.  I will 
inform him of you're request.  I will help as time allows.  I am 
sometimes short of time since I have come to this region to prospect 
for my family's business.  Would this be a suitable arrangement for 
you Baron?"

While waiting for a response from the baron, the sidhe watches the 
entrance of the breath taking young lady.  Anyone watching him 
notices a smile cross his lips and a sparkle come to his uncommonly 
bright emerald eyes as if in anticipation of a challenge.  He glances 
over to his troll companion and motions for the troll to begin making 
his way through the crowd to meet the peoples of this region.

The Baron smiles, "If the job gets done does it totally matter who 
the doer isn't this year?"  The sidhe then turns to look out over the 
gathering and asks over his shoulder, "Which is the subject that does 
not understand why the young ladies are seeking attentions elsewhere?"

The baron looks at Spydera absent mindedly, "Who was that again 
seerer?"

Spydera gives the baron a strange look then turns to the sidhe 
visitor, "The one you seek Baron is the one called Franklin which I 
believe you will eventually find at the bar this evening."

Moonshower acknowledges the sluagh comment and then makes his way off 
the balcony noticing him talking to the female troll and making his 
way to another young sidhe and others following.  Moonshower makes 
his way to Shaelea and introduces himself to her by taking and 
kissing the tips of her fingertips, "Greetings young lady.  I am 
Auris Moonshower.  And of whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

Shaelea arches a delicate brow and smiles coyly, standing and 
curtsying slightly, "I am Shaelea, good sir, and quite pleased to 
make your acquaintance.  This is a most cordial gathering, so many 
different people and tales." She pauses as an animated look of 
feigned exasperation crosses her fine features, "Oh look at me going 
on and on as if you had nothing better to do with your time than to 
listen to my babble!  Might I have the great honor of knowing the 
name of the fine man here who graces my presence?"

"As I said my lady, I am Auris Moonshower, new to this province and 
looking to meet pleasant young ladies such as yourself.  If I may be 
so bold, I can say that my life will be better from having made your 
acquaintance.  Might I know a little about you?"

Shaelea gives Moonshower her most charming smile, "Why certainly, 
Master Moonshower, you are indeed correct in your surmising."  She 
titters delicately, "I am a fifteen year old aspiring performer and 
high school student, and am interested in art, fantasy, and, well, 
all things fae."  She runs a hand through her luxurious red curls, 
which all fall perfectly back into place, "And that's pretty much all 
there is to know." She cocks her head curiously to the side a 
bit, "And what about yourself?  Why is it that you have traversed 
here to grace this humble area?"
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Gaelan sips at his drink at the bar smiling... lost in thoughts.

Half way to the balcony, the gecko runs around the sidhe's shoulders 
and looks about spying the bar.  "Hold up a second sheela.  Let's 
head to the waterhole and get us some firewater.  I do hope they have 
something other than that Foster's crap.  Australian for beer my fair 
dinkum."

She looks amusedly at the gecko and laughs lightly as she begins to 
change her course.  "Not a big fan of beer, I take it?"

Giga simple nods in agreement as his eyes twinkle with every step 
nearer the bar.

"Well, I suppose we can postpone the big introduction for a little 
while."  She glides across the remainder of the distance between her 
and the bar.  She mildly glances around and sees more of the 
multitude of faces and figures that are all so new to her.  As she 
takes note of all those engulfed in conversation around her, she 
realizes that most have known each other for a very long time.  She 
feels the acute sense of unintentional seclusion surrounding her.  As 
she hears the Australian gecko on her shoulder begin to order a 
drink, she breaks herself out of her momentary contemplative state, 
and smiles at the bartender who is now looking at her 
expectantly.  "You wouldn't happen to just have a Pepsi, would you?"

The barkeep looks puzzled for a moment and smiles innocently.  "I am 
afraid not mi-lady could I interest you in the wonderful cherry 
fuzzledine wine?"

"I am afraid that I have never heard of 'fuzzledine wine'.  However, 
I do like the taste of cherries.  Since I don't really know which of 
the rules apply here yet, do fae people have to be 21 to drink 
alcohol also, for in the human world, my 19 years of age does not cut 
it at a bar." she laughs with the slightest tinge of annoyance at her 
normal inconvenience.  "If age does not matter here, and if the wine 
is not too strong, since I do still have to drive away through the 
human world tonight, and smelling of wine just would not do, I will 
gladly try your suggestion." She decidedly says with a smile.

The Boggan barkeep smiles a very pleasant smile, "Aye Lass, 
Fuzzledine Wine is sensational.  It will tickle your throat just to 
the point of joy; strengthen your bones, specially the area of the 
backbone.  I assure you it fails all forms of mortal detection and 
won't much affect you once you leave this wonderful freehold."  The 
Boggan continues to describe the drink, while making one.  Using 
several odd titled fruit juices and other even harder to find 
liquors.  "Besides, in court everyone is of age."  Quickly places the 
long neck wine glass before her full of a rainbow of colored 
liquids.  "It is an old family recipe that my great great great 
grandfather learned from some nunnhei.  So let me know how you like 
it.  I know your going to love it everyone does.  They say it holds 
off winter just as strong as any freehold."

She examines the drink briefly, and takes a delicate sniff.  "Well, 
it is appealing to the eye and to the nose.  It is most definitely 
one of the more exotic looking drinks I have seen.  Let us see if it 
as pleasing to the palate as it is to the outer senses."  With that, 
she lightly places the glass to her shapely lips and slightly tilts 
it up, just enough to allow
for a delicate sip.  "Mmmm....I must say, that it is quite tasty as 
well.  Thank you for the suggestion."  She then turns her attention 
toward an interesting creature, which looked like a mix between a man 
and a fox that had turned his attention toward her.

Mathurien debates going into a fit of coughing, then saying something 
witty to the attractive lass. However, already being at a bit of a 
loss after meeting the Jedi, he decides it might be best to just sit 
and keep his yap shut. 

He pulls the fedora down a bit lower, taps out another lucky strike 
against the face of his watch, lights it with the battered and aging 
brass Zippo, and glances at the gentlewoman again and nods politely.  
He shakes his head to himself, muttering..."...the Rockford files 
this ain't..."

At this point, the gecko races off the sidhe's shoulder holding a 
fosters and complaining simultaneously about the bartenders lack of 
humor and the shortage of a real beer here at the party and rushes 
over to Mathurien and greets him, "G'day mate.  You got an extra one 
of those by chance?  Name's Giga by the by.  Friend of the pretty 
lady there. So you got an extra one, huh, huh?"

Mathurien stares at the gecko for a moment, the lit filterless 
cigarette hanging from his lips, the fedora pulled over his brow, the 
Zippo, now closed, still in his hands, which are clasped together 
with elbows on the bar.  He ponders this for a few seconds, then 
pulls another fag from the pack
and hands it to the Gecko.  "Why not? We already have a brandy 
drinking dog, a Jedi Knight creature, a talking lizard was all we 
were missing I think. Just don't try to sell me any Auto Insurance."

"Nope, no thanks mate.  Don't use it meself.  Just wanted a smoke.  
Back to the pretty sheela now.  Thanks much."  And with that the 
gecko heads back to sit on the bar between Gaelen and Allura and 
drink his drink and smoke his smoke while nodding to passing fae and 
watching the pretty ones in particular.

Mathurien nods as if it was the most normal thing in the world to 
see, a lizard with a can of beer, a cigarette talking as it walks 
across the bar.  He rubs his brow for the umpteenth time of the 
evening.  "I really need to get in to one of those stress reduction 
classes."

Allura's attention turns back to the little neon gecko as he returns 
to her side.  "You better not be planning to smoke that anywhere near 
my car.  If I smell any smoke on my white leather interior, you're 
walking from now on!" she says half laughing, half very serious.

"Don't worry sheela.  I'll be done with this shortly." responds 
Giga.  Turning to Gaelen, "G'day little monk like guy.  Cheers!" and 
takes a big swig of his drink.

Gaelan smiles, nods, and wags his tail at the gecko.  He responds 
back with a cheers and downs his lemonade then turns his attention 
back at Allura.

Gaelan sits back in his stool while waiting for another refill and 
pays no more attention to the smoker and turns his attention on the 
Sidhe and the gecko.  He sticks a little black paw out to the Sidhe 
and says, "Hi, my name is Gaelan, Gaelan Fox, jedi master."

With a slightly surprised but amused smile crossing her lips, the 
Sidhe extends her hand to meet his paw in a handshake. "Hi.  It's 
nice to meet you Mr. Fox.  I'm Monique Starling...I 
mean....ahah....Allura Starlight.  Sorry, old habit, the other is my 
human name.  I'm still getting used to all of this."

"You can call me Gaelan, beautiful princess."  He kisses her hand and 
gently releases it.

"Haha, okay Gaelan," she smiles gleefully, her eyes twinkling 
expressively with her amused delight in the conversation, "and you 
can call me simply Allura.  And, I am not exactly a princess, only a 
Lady."

"But in my eyes I see a princess.  Now I will hear no more of talking 
down to yourself."

Mathurien takes a moment to make a SitRep on his surroundings.  He 
looks at the Gecko, whom is taking the fag from the pack. He glances 
at the Jedi furry creature, then towards the area where Frankie S 
went (dubbing him this as he reminds him of a Italian gentleman he 
met, and the fact the name is almost beyond comprehension for him at 
this instance) whom he spies talking to a rather nice looking and 
well dressed....troll?  Mathurien shakes his head as if to clear it, 
he looks up to see Xemille smiling at the brandy saucer... Mat closes 
his eyes and hikes his hat upward  while his hand rubs his brow.

"Why doesn't this kind of thing ever happen to James Bond?"

Gaelan continues, a bit of accent spilling out, "Never seen you 
around these parts.  I live on the outskirts of town in what appears 
to be a farm, but is in fact a... oops... never mind, don't know if 
I'm suppose to reveal the Jedi HQ.  But who's your lizard friend?  
Talks funny."

"Don't worry, I will pretend I didn't hear the headquarters part." 
she laughs.  "My little neon friend," she replies looking over at the 
gecko that had scampered over to someone to bum a cigarette, "is 
Giga.  He is a surfer gecko with an Australian accent...go figure.  
You are right though, I'm not exactly from around here.  I go to 
school near here, but this whole fae side of the world is a little 
new for me."

"I don't go to school.  It doesn't feed my intellect, plus I have 
more important matters to attend to.  The empire is strong and is 
everywhere.  You don't seem like a part of the empire... are you?

Bemusedly she replies with a grin, "No, I would have to say that I am 
not."
 
"That's a good thing cause I would hate to find out such a lovely 
maiden as yourself is sith or something.  It would mean I would be 
your mortal enemy, and I would have to kill myself for I couldn't 
dare touch a loch of your hair... well... on second thought..."  
Gaelan ponders for a dramatic pause and then says jokingly with a 
twitch of the tail, "Just kidding."

"How noble." she replies semi-sarcastically with a good-hearted smile 
to erase any misconception of ill intention.

"I didn't think so... now that rabbit...," Gaelan looks over at 
W.  "I think he is.  Just look at his manipulative actions, smoozing 
over the women.  It's no fair!"

Gaelan then turns back to Allura with the most innocent and puppy-
like face
he can muster.  "Wanna dance?"

"Oh I see!  So he is under suspicion because he is flirting with 
women that you could be flirting with instead?" She laughs slightly 
mischievously and cocks her lovely slender brown eyebrow, "I 
understand how this game works now!  Hahah!  Well dear Gaelan, I 
would love to dance with you, but I am afraid I do not know any 
special fae dances...if there are such things.  I am very new to this 
side of myself which I never before knew existed."

"Well, rabbits are one of the foxes favorite food.  I should know of 
anyone here, for I spent practically my whole life as a fox.  I had 
many hunts and outwitted many, many hounds."  Gaelan continues to 
relate his very sad story of how he was kicked out of his house and 
had to live his life as a fox for many years, until he met the old 
man who takes care of him.  He then whispers in her ear as he guides 
her to the dance floor, "You see, 'Grandpa' doesn't know I'm that 
same fox.  It's a fun game, but you can't tell him.  No one can.  Oh, 
and by the way, I know all the dances, but I'll stick to a slow easy 
dance to help you learn how."  He smiles really big and wags his tail 
in
delight.

"Don't worry, I will not tell this 'Grandpa'." She laughs, amused by 
this unexpected flirting coming from something, which looked strongly 
of the canine sort.  She would definitely have to get used to this 
new world.  Apparently none of the old rules applied, which, wasn't 
necessarily a bad thing.  As she begins to allow herself to be led 
toward the dance floor by this...what had Giga told her...oh 
yes...this pooka, she suddenly remembers something important that she 
had been doing.  She abruptly, yet gracefully turns
back to the bar and her neon friend, apologizing all the while to the 
fox.

Gaelan ears lower down as he seems he is about to cry.  His tail is 
unmoving, almost in a tucked position.

"Sorry, but I believe we might have to postpone that dance for a 
moment.  I forgot to do something I think might be very important.  
But don't worry, we will have time, it shouldn't take me long to 
learn.  I tend to pick up on things quickly, I was a cheerleader for 
five years, I doubt it will be too difficult for me."

"Giga!  I almost forgot!  I was supposed to be introducing myself to 
the Baron!  Should I do that now before I become distracted with 
dancing, mingling, and such?"

Gaelan perks his ears.  "Oh, you need to see the Baron.  I thought 
you already met him.  Here, I can introduce you to him!"  His tail 
begins once again to wag excitedly as he scampers over to her.  "The 
baron is a good old friend of mine.  Come, come. And then we shall 
dance the night away."  He motions first towards the Baron while 
speaking of him and then sways his arms, body and tail while talking 
about dancing.

At this point, the gecko throws his cigarette stub into the nearby 
ashtray and tosses his beer can to the side and jumps off the bar and 
races up Allura's side to sit back upon her shoulder.  "Let's go 
sheela.  Time to meet the big man.  Let the dingo lead the way.  Just 
try to avoid the big blue trolly types okay puppy.  I really don't 
like the way those blokes look at a chap all 'I'm gonna whip your bum 
into the next dreaming' and all."

Gaelan smiles at the gecko and then says, "Ah, don't worry about 
Joseph or Qupnar, they are nothing but big blue teddy bears.  They 
are pretty sweet to be exact, just don't get on their bad side."  
Gaelan leans in to whisper, "It's not a good thing."
 
To this the gecko replies, "Listen mate.  I wouldn't refer to one of 
them big blue oxes as anything but sir, 'specially not as a teddy 
bear.  'Cept maybe the sheela over yonder (pointing towards Freja).  
That sheela seems puffed up enough for three sidhe the way she struts 
about and with the dress she's wearin'.  Doesn't act like much of a 
troll from what I've seen.  Probably not capable of handlin' herself 
among 'er own kind.  Wouldn't put much faith in a fae 'ho can't act 
how they're supposed to act."  With that, Giga points towards the 
balcony and declares "Lead on noble dingo.  To the big 
man 'imself."   

Gaelan then begins leading the two new comers up towards the Baron 
with a face of determination.

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Frankshunple addresses Freja, "Hello, my fellow Thane, how are you 
today?  It was pointed out to me by a friend that I missed a chance 
to meet you, while myself contemplating that same position you have  
accepted.  I apologize if I was rude.  Allow me to introduce myself,  
I am Frankshunple Athosporthosaramus Fleathoove, performer,  
swashbuckler, and very very bad
boy."  He grins with a wink.

"Greetings Mr. Frankshunple, my name is Freja Mjorn." Said the Troll 
extending her hand in a friendly gesture.  She looked quite beautiful 
wearing a silvery gossamer gown that did well to reveal her figure.  
Not appearing like your typical troll, her beauty seem to shine 
almost as
brightly as most of the Faes that where gathered within the Baron's 
establishment.  Deep emerald green eyes held a special shimmer within 
their depths.  Her long curly blonde hair was braided into one long 
braid that ended at her waist.  At her side, sheath within a 
beautiful scabbard, held a beautiful ornate hilt of a dagger.

Frankshunple shakes the offered hand.  "You are looking lovely this 
evening, if I do say so myself.  You new in town?"

"Actually no, I'm going to the University here in town." Said Freja a 
soft smile escaped her lips.  "Thank you for the compliment, you are 
quite the charming one."

Frankshunple smirks, "I do try, as for myself, I'm at the Catholic 
High School, my mortal name is Franklin Devlin, athlete 
extraordinaire."

"Ah, a pleasure to meet your 'human' side Franklin Devlin.  My mortal 
name is Breena Mulder, and like I said I attend the University not to 
far from here." Said Freja looking rather more relaxed that when they 
first started to talk.

Frankshunple asks, "That is quite an ornate dagger you have there and 
suits your stunning appearance," as he draws his own, triple bladed 
dagger and displays it, "but I prefer something a bit more practical 
myself."  

"It is a nice weapon." She said sheafting hers back into its 
scabbard.  "I have seen the weapon used before, I found it quite 
interesting one would use it as his main weapon." Added the Troll 
with a slight hint of amusement. "One would utilize it perhaps as a 
duel weapon for a parry style combination.  I too have a knowledge in 
the melee arts", finishes Freja with a soft bright smile and a 
patting motion at the hilt that lay at her lithe waist.

Frankshunple laughs, "Ah, you mistook my meaning, I was merely 
comparing daggers, I do not use it primarily, I use my rapier mainly, 
with the dagger offhand," he twists his waist such that his sheathed 
rapier is between them and motions at it with his hand.  

"Ah, I see.  Actually I didn't." laughs Freja when she didn't noticed 
the obvious rapier that sheathed at his side.  "My blade is suppose 
to be a bastard sword, until I find it that is." said the Troll.

Frankshunple comments, "A bastard sword, hmm...   unwieldy large 
things, but effective if you fight that way.  No real style or flare 
to fight with one, unless you are quite, quite good.  Does if fit 
together like a puzzle or like Legos?"

"Legos?" Said Freja almost laughing a loud at Frank's comment.  "An 
ancient relic of the dreaming hardly fits like Legos my friend." 
spoke the Troll with a slight hint of sarcasm in her voice.  "It's 
more like a puzzle. I also think as I add more pieces to the blade, 
the stronger Glamour within the item seems to increase.  The Baron's 
Seer has offered to help me unravel the mystery of my Grand Father's 
blade."

Frankshunple explains, "Legos are like a puzzle, only you have more 
freedom to assemble them differently, just wondering if you could 
reshape the blade as you pleased or in a set pattern.  I was never 
any good at puzzles, I wanted to make my own pictures, not somebody 
else's, that and it takes a lot of patience and sitting in one place 
for long period of time, two things I'm not a master of.  Still a 
neat dagger/sword/puzzle of an heirloom."

Freja let loose a soft polite laugh, "I know what Legos are silly.  
As for my blade, it's more like a piece of a puzzle than building 
blocks of some toys." teased the Troll tapping the dagger at her 
waist.

"Why thank you, it's an heirloom that has been in my family for a 
long time.  Its more than a dagger, it's pieces to my past." added 
Freja drawing the blade from its sheath.  A pale light shimmered from 
the blade when the Troll held it forward to reveal it to 
Frankshunple.  "The blade of my grand father, some of it remains 
missing, something I want to change." She said, the sound of her 
voice being quite convincing.  "Your weapon does seem quite 
interesting." Freja added looking over his strange bladed weapon.

Frankshunple explains, "Well, you see, the three pronged blade helps 
when fighting Florentine, you can better disarm your enemies by 
trapping their blade within these" he indicates the three 
blades, "heirlooms are good things, it is important to take care of 
what our grandfather's pass down to us."  As he says this there is a 
twinkle in his eye and an even slyer smile.  "As you might or might 
not know, I'm a fencer, and compete on my school team to hone talents 
as well as run for the Track and Cross Country teams.  We came in 
second in state last season in Track, if the rest of the team had 
helped me, we woulda won, and I can only compete in three events you 
know.  Do you participate in any sports?"

"Well you did say that you were a swashbuckler, I guess you do play 
the part." Teased Freja with a slight chaotic twinkle within her 
emerald green eyes.  "As for sports, yes, I'm on the Cheerleading 
Squad at the University.  A year ago at my High School I was Head 
Cheerleader of the Dragonettes.  I also participated in my High 
School Gymnastic Team and took a lot of dance
classes." Said the Troll pausing at the last statement.  "But, now 
that the Dreaming has entered my life, I'm a little more relaxed 
about mundane things."

Frankshunple nods, "Well, there is always time for sports in my 
opinion.  Earlier I was looking to see if any races would start up 
after the court, it doesn't appear that there will be or any games 
for that matter."

"I think your right on that one.  It would appear this Court has been 
called upon to establish the political boundaries that will be set 
for the Fort.  If the Baron doesn't get the approval of the masses, 
then this can't be the Freehold he intends to have.  Personally, I 
find nothing wrong with the Pooka as I believe he will lead this 
Freehold and the area into an interesting rule." Interjected Freja 
letting loose her observation of the entire evening.  "One thing my 
little friend is good at, that's Fae Politics." Joked the Troll 
looking over her shoulder at Chester.

Frankshunple nods, mumbling "politics schmolitics."

"I will tell you this, my friend and I are new to this Court as we 
have yet to meet anyone else other that the Baron's protégées and 
yourself of course."  She said motioning to the circle that hovered 
about the Pooka Baron like vultures looking for a snack.  Motioning 
to her friend that sat at the bar, it was the 3-foot tall cat that 
walked upright.  "His name is Chester, and he is a close friend of 
mine, perhaps you would like to meet him?"

Frankshunple's head darts quickly to look towards the bar, then he 
replies, "Ahh, I thought I saw you two together earlier, I think I'll 
pass on meeting him right away, I've another matter to bring up at 
the moment.  You see, as a Thane, I now plan to investigate this 
problem of these girl abductions going on.  I am preparing a team or 
strike force, or crew or whatever you would call it to tackle the 
problem head on.  I'm sure having a strong, beautiful troll around 
would ease some of the others worries, of course the beautiful part 
is just a plus, but one that is always welcome.  And to top it all 
off, you would get to meet a buncha people and work with them for a 
common goal of justice, and in some cases, revenge."  He grins 
devilishly.

"That does sound quite tempting, however the Baron's consort has yet 
to award any honor of a Thane upon my graces." Said the Troll, 
quickly noting the obvious compliments that were being delicately 
placed into the conversation.  Her reaction to them made her blush 
for a moment regaining her composure and her attention back to 
Frankie.  "So, do you have a lead on who or what happened to this 
girls?" Questioned Freja, appearing quite interested in 
Frankshunple's intentions.

Frankshunple pauses in thought for a moment, and then reveals, "Yes, 
as you may or may not have heard about, there is gang of Redcaps, now 
mind you not all redcaps are bad sorts, met one earlier, seemed like 
a good guy, but these guys, they are the worst sort.  I have crossed 
their paths twice and on each occasion they have attempted to steal 
pretty girls.  I single handedly thwarted their plans on one 
occasion, and received a minor bit of aid that I did not need on the 
second.  If you think yourself interested in this endeavor, I suggest 
you meet Daehan, who has already joined in my team.  He is the Eshu 
over there