Wyrd Enquiries

[Forn Clakes]

Arriving at Treasured, Spartan can tell it is an antique furniture store tucked away nicely, and away from prying eyes.

Suitable for the Winter Sovereign.

Inside, various chairs, drawers, mirrors and other items are on display, giving the interior a very olde-world feeling. Seated at the counter, and looking at a ledger is Katrin Byeli herself in her cold beauty and perfect features. Behind her are several shelves stacked with numerous snow globes.

As Spartan enters, she looks up and closes the book. "Good afternoon, Spartan, yes?"

Katrin Byeli, Mantle (Winter) 5, SL 4 (Coldly Beautiful, Perfect Features)

[Forn Clakes]

Katrin moves from around the counter towards the kneeling Summer warrior, quickly glancing through the window of her store to ensure that no passers-by were observing. Reaching him, she cups his chin gently, her touch as smooth as alabaster, and raises his head so that eye-contact was instant.

"Spartan, you must realize that I am no longer the Sovereign Ascendant, and you have no need to kneel before me," she informs him sweetly before releasing his chin and heading back towards the counter.

"Besides, people may make the assumption that you are proposing, yes?" Katrin adds with a light chuckle and the fragrance of sour apples.

[Forn Clakes]

"The King of Summer comes to the Queen of Winter for assistance?" Katrin replied as one perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised. "My, my, how times change, yes? Follow me, Spartan."

The Winter Queen moves to the front door of the shop and slides two bolts across before turning the open sign around. She then leads him to the single door that leads to the back of the store, and a lounge-type room with a long couch facing a television. Taking the dvd, Katrin switches on the TV and DVD player and slides in the disc before settling down on the couch as the footage begins.

"What exactly am I viewing?" she enquires, sounding just slightly intrigued.

[Forn Clakes]

Katrin watches the footage carefully, including the final moments. Switching it off, she leans back on her couch.

"What book?" she asks, cutting to a certain point.

[Forn Clakes]

Katrin gave nothing away, her sculpted features not causing any untowards body language.

"I cannot help, Spartan. I know nothing of this book or what is happening within the warehouse. Perhaps Enzo's acquaintance may be of more assistance, no?"