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Perception (1d20 3=4) No complaining, Lazaro!

Still unsure as to the plan, but confident in Smith, Len follows Abby downstairs.

"Say, if we're stuck here, why not drink! Drink the whole rainbow, I say! There's plenty to choose from."

Len cocks [EDIT: raises] an eyebrow at Smith, then Abby, but keeps his own counsel.

Len smiles weakly at Abby and sits, ordering another watered wine.

Len looks horribly uncomfortable and awkwardly returns just enough of the hug to not be entirely rude.

"I'm here... and I am trying to be helpful. I don't control the door.. No-one does really and until then despite anything you might think the best course in my mind would be to relax and enjoy what's new." The small fae girl shrugs a little. "This world can be great fun if you let it... This place especially."

Len sighs. "Ameei, thank you, but we're not here to have fun. We did not come here, wherever we are, by our will, and our purpose is to find Grace and return home. That's what we need help with."

"Smith, you know I'll back you up on anything leading to Grace. What happened to Ameei? She's the only one who seems to know anything helpful around here."

Len stands by, awaiting Smith's response to his sister.

Len casts the others a worried glance, then follows Smith.

"Harker. Transon. I take it you haven't found Blackthorne yet. All the better I guess."

"No, not yet."

Smith:

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At Redd's words, Len blanches and rather abruptly excuses himself. "I think I need to follow Smith. Please excuse me."

He stands from the table and heads toward the stairway.

Len leans over to Smith and whispers,

Len puts a hand on Smith's shoulder, then, perhaps thinking better of it, withdraws it and waits for the fey's answer.

Len looks dissatisfied with the explanation of the Seelie, but changes topic. "What is so interesting about Clearbrook? It's just another town -- nothing really happens there."

"You were--? Damn, I was so sure. Even though I knew it was crazy. But Grace -- A 'Seelie' elf? Is she in danger?"

Len, somewhat chagrined about his incorrect guess, waits for the answer to Abby's question.

"I don't know a great deal but I saw Grace heading this way.. I just didn't know she'd made it through.. I was a little caught up in exploring. I spoke to someone though and she was here for an hour or so before leaving with a Seelie Elf. They're ok if you like law and order so we should be able to track them down."

Len latches on to a point. "You were exploring? You mean, you're not from here -- wherever we are -- either?"

"Thank you, Miss Ameei," Len says seriously. "Can you tell me anything of Clover? You mention a truce -- does that mean there is danger here?"

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"As for the... well i would say real world but that might cause some upset.. You'll really have to see it for yourself. But i'm happy to guide you.. I did kinda bring you this far and whilst I may be flighty the lovely Len wanted to find Miss Clover and I promised to help him.. and be his friend to."

"Thank you, Miss Ameei," Len says seriously. "Can you tell me anything of Clover? You mention a truce -- does that mean there is danger here?"

Before Redd leaves, Len speaks up. "Would you bring some roast, please?" Though the words are reasonably gracious, the tone is somewhat leaden, as if Len has given up on something.

Where's the collie? I've lost track.

Len stays at the table, checking his weapons as subtly as he is able.

Len takes a cautious sip of his wine, looks surprised, then takes another sip. Then, as if noticing what's going on around him, we sets down the glass and pays attention to Smith.

Len asks for watered wine, and keeps the rest of his questions to himself for now.

Len sits, to be polite, and asks the (fairy?), "So, when can we meet her?"

Before taking a seat Len asks, hesitantly, "Are you -- Thallathorne?"

Len climbs the stairs, supposing the next thing to do is visit the "grill," but is not first to open the door.

Len, looking around one last time (but keeping his cloak), follows Kai and Abby.

Len rises and helps Smith up, clasping his hand warmly before letting go. He again turns to the strange women, hoping for answers to his questions.

Spinning and spinning like a top, Smith loses himself, dizzily crashing to the ground.

Alarmed, Len kneels by Smith. "Whoa, there, big fellow!" He puts a gentle hand on Smith's shoulder, and adds, calmly, "They seem to mean us no harm."

Kayos:

Abby, Isabella:

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Len startles at the collie's reaction, then says, "Let's go!" and starts to hurry after her.

Len is ready to follow along, keeping half an eye on the collie. He has his bow in hand.

Len looks at Smith and shrugs. "I guess we go with the others."

Len joins the main search party at the gate.

"Ok, you and me, and the pup. What do you need? I'm going to get my armour and weapon. I'll meet you at the exit in a few minutes." Kneeling to pet the dog, "I'll be right back, sweetie."

Smith breaks off into a sprint, headed to the forge to grab his things.

"Right, I'll get my gear. Come on, girl." Len heads to his home to gear up with armor, weapons, and lantern.

Turning to Len,** spoiler omitted **

"Well, she seems to be the only one of us who understands what's going on. I say we follow -- or if you want to keep an eye on things here, I'll follow."

Smith wraps an arm reassuringly around Len, also speaking in hushed tones:** spoiler omitted **

Len accepts the embrace, and speaks soberly. "Thank you, friend. And thank you for not believing me a lunatic. The question is, what do we do now?"

Ambling over to him, he says shyly: "Is it just me, or is this whole thing a bit weird? I don't have a good feeling about it. Here." Smith points to his stomach. "In my gut, it feels weird. What about you?"

Len looks gratefully at Smith and clasps his hand. "Yes, something is wrong here -- and I think it's about to get worse," he adds, looking at the collie. Len lowers his voice.

Smith:

Len now looks embarrassed.

Len starts to object to the proceeding, but loses his chance in the blur of events.

When the ritual is described, his face darkens. Of the people in the village, he stands alone, looking at no one. Finally, he kneels and plays with the collie a bit.

Len speaks up. "Mr. Stefan? My name is Len Harker; I'm apprenticed to the healer here in Clearbrook. One of our folk, a young woman named Grace Clover, is missing." Len looks down at the collie, then back at Stefan, and continues, "She's petite, dark-haired," he goes on to describe Grace.

"None of the villagers seems to have seen her since she left the healer's late this afternoon. Could you please check with your people to find out if anyone has seen her?"

"Harker, Mr. Foley, Miss Thornton.", he gives a slight bow. "None. Everyone I talk to mentions seeing her with you last. If anything I think she be somewhere in the wood."

"Dawn mentioned she may have run off to the woods. Rose seems to think the travelers have to do with her missing." He gazes at the fire, "If anything I'll be heading into the woods. Hopefully I'll find her there."

Len hesitates, as if trying to decide whether to say something. Finally, he answers, "I think Rose is probably right -- it has to do with the travelers. Before you go back into the woods, would you come with me to talk to them? We need to find their leader."

In an instance the cold, apatheic looks returns and he goes to seek out Harker

Len is waiting in the same place near the green, with Maia, Donnell, and the collie.

"Any luck, Kai?"

Wagging her tail the collie happily circles once around Len's legs, watching Bryoni and Dawne go their seperate ways to start asking people where Grace went. Barking once she looks purposefully at Donnell.

"It's almost as if she knows something, isn't it?" Maia observes as she watches the dog curiously, obviously fascinated by it's slightly odd behaviour.

"Yes, she really seems to be listening. Sweet little thing, at any rate."

Have we misplaced Donnell?