(Loyalty Is,) The Great Spider Bazaar

[Angel]

Angel gives Anatole a quizzical look.

The little spot seemed ideal for a conversation, why rush? But the treasured was all to familiar with passing glances, so they were hardly even noticed and not registered at all.

"I think perhaps, I should get the whole story."

[Saber Sloth]

The Lost can only hear that aggressively flat laugh after Anatole stops speaking. As soon as the sound cuts off the Rotary Girl slams her hand on her receiver, fear tightening the corners of her mouth, and anger ablaze within her eyes once more.

"You do not know what you have done." comes her voice. "What you have brought down on my head." her head shakes, and she moves to leave, but stops. Her eyes, look toward where they had been, where she had been stopped. "I am owed the story as well. Tell. Me."

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Truth to be told so did she not know the story either nor did she knew if it was something personal or something that concerned all of the freehold.

Shrugging her shoulders.
"I guess it is up to the kind barkeep to make that decision miss phone, but if you want information then you also owe it to tell us some information."
Looking at her with a sly smile.
"What have we brought down on your head? Who is this person, why do you serve him and who are you? I am sure that our bearded friend here have other questions you might be able to fill in for us as well."

[Anatole]

Anatole is still smiling when the call is brought to an abrupt end. His smile fades slowly.

Phone Woman might have well as been the object she appeared to be. Only the chatter of the other Freehold Lost grabbed at this attention.

"Jarmin Fruit. Goblin fruit appearing more and more on our side. The issue has reached sufficient proportion for the Freehold leadership to take notice. We set out looking for the source of the fruit, rumoured to be an Orchard or factory of some kind. Encountered three elementals bearing trade to this Spider Bazaar. So I followed them, suspecting them of being more than simple traders."

A shrug.

"I doubt I was wrong. Angel here did some investigation of her own while we..." thumbing a hand to Yamiyo Lillich "did some trade. And she came up some interesting information which... I guess you confirmed to some degree. So tell us about Allie and Bobbie? This Iron Meg of yours seemed most upset by them. And what were you doing watching us?"

He smiled again, turning his attention to Rotary girl.

[Angel]

Angel gasps at the phones outcry, but listens patiently as Anatole explains the situation.

A delicate is held out to the phone, palm up, "Yes, please. Tell me about your regrets, perhaps together we can set them right." The haunting voice of wind through ice hangs in the air like a fog on a still evening.

[Saber Sloth]

A resigned disbelief crosses her face. "What. Should. I call you Miss Whore then? Fuck you. Fucking. Fairests." she looks to the Dwarf. "I would call you lucky for not knowing who Iron Meg is. But. Now. You. Have. Literally. Called. Her. Attention." glaring now at Yamiyo daring the Romancer to cry about the correction. "Iron. Meg. Knows. To. Expect. You. You. Are. In. Deeper. Shit. Then. You. Realize. She's. Going. To. Tell. Her. Queen." the Lost hear a trilling ring, with how hard the Rotary Girl shakes.

Then she shakes her head. Listening to what Anatole, tapping her fingers on her side.

"Allie and Bobby. They. Help. Bring. In...talent. For the harvesting and care of the Orchard." a sigh, sounding more like dial tone, "Well. Helped. You Funderland assholes should know what happened. One of you killed her. Allie. Heartsworn to Bobby. I would watch out if I was you." she warns.

"I am leaving. I have to pick up my shopping. I hope it wasn't stolen while you forced your will upon me." as she moves to leave, she turns and offers another "Fuck. You." sneering at Angel and their words.

[Yamiyo Lillich]

Shrugging, she had heard far worse from many a angered girlfriends, boyfriends, husbands and wife before such meager insults did not become her anymore they were just to common to really have an impact anymore.

Looking towards Anatole.
"Hmm I have some thoughts and follow-up questions on this but I highly doubt this is the place they should be discussed, perhaps we should find somewhere to talk in private or if no one has any further business here leave this place and talk where we know that no one will hear the words spoken?"

Looking towards Angel.
"Do you have any further business here?"

[Anatole]

"Oh good." Anatole smiled mischievously and knuckled his moustaches as Rotary Girl vented her spleen.

The smile faded as the mechanical changeling hustled away.

"How about we go home? We've worn out our welcome here - for a while at least."

He looked at the two Fairest before heading to the lifts.

[Angel]

Angel shrugs to Anatole as the phone makes it's way off into the crowds.

"I see no reason to continue here. It seems danger lurks."

[Saber Sloth]

The Rotary Girl, snorts but doesn't stop walking. Her destination the silken bag she dropped when the call had first been made.

As for the Lost, the way to the Lifts is clearly marked, with a distinct traffic flow, but the queue marked to leave was strangely empty...

Ready to wrap?