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OOC_Not sure if Nameless has dropped out or not since he's not posted in about 2 weeks. I'll run him in NPC mode for a while I guess...
Nevermore returns to William's shoulder without incident. From his limited ability to convey exactly what he has seen (Core RB I p 53), you can only guess at the hidden threat. You get a sense that there are mutiple figures hiding among the trees ahead, perhaps as many as 6 or so. They seem agitated at the very least, but what they are is anyone's guess.
Scathach raises his voice toward the woods ahead_"Amyltyh'n nor fion do Scathach. Harryr go shoonath an' danni yaryth."
There is a bit of silence in response to his words, and then a gruff sounding male voice answers back in the ancient tongue of the fae. The hidden voice seems loud, even boisterous. Hearing the reply, Scathach quips a quick retort, an impish smile forming on his delicate face.
"Does anyone have any wine? It's either that or Jackson or the Northman should avail themselves of a solid length of oak. I suspect our rowdy friends ahead might be playing the part of paramours and wish to display their masculinity. They are Seelie court kin, but so far removed from the court that they seem disinclined to observe the proper etiquette. Of course I would give them satisfaction myself, but these rustics are beneath my station."
The sidhe pauses for a moment, and then replies again in his native tongue. Another brief exchange with the hidden belligerents and the sidhe sets his thin lips and shakes his head. "They seem pretty emphatic. We could retreat I suppose, but bribing them with strong drink or having a go at quarterstaffs seems our only other option short of slaying them outright, which isn't really an option. I would wager that the speaker is a faun, but who or what their champion might be is beyond me."