Feasting Shadows
Twenty Ninth Day of the Eleventh Month 293 AC
"Of course I do. One would have to be quite blind to miss their proclivities," you answer without hesitation, knowing the key to not offending is assuring the fey that this is nothing more than a moment's misunderstanding. "There are more kinds of light in this world than that which shines brightly. Would you turn away those who need succour and who are willing to give such in kind merely for their seeming or the tools they use?"
"Humph," Dian snorts, sending sparks flying from his beard flame. "and you could find no better place for his 'light' than my halls. The smell alone is enough to get half the sprites to hide and the other half arm themselves to defend the court."
You cannot help but wonder what sprites would even arm themselves with, the image of needle swords and button shields flashing through your mind. Still, you will not soon underestimate the wee folk as a whole. You have seen too many of their kindred rise to greatness as friend and foe alike. Instead you note, "It would be most dishonest of me to hide the company I keep when I come to speak of friendship and alliance."
"Fair words, though I wonder what else you brought along if the corpse raiser is just one of the lot," Deep green eyes look over your company one by one, pausing in confusion upon Elaheh. That confusion, however, does not turn to disgust as with many mortal mages and other sharp-eyed folk who start to glean something of her proclivities. "Night's kin but not to darkness bound, be welcome in my halls. May you find some of the answers you seek, or if not, more questions worth asking. And you in the shadows..." he motions to the Orphne Lord. "Come 'ere and share a proper drink!"
"While those of my lord's company have not yet been invited, I cannot join you," the lord of the dark fey answers in a whisper that somehow carries over the din of the court.
Before Dian can reply you interject, "Oaths Wisdom Qyburn has sworn and his workings proven great aid against that which hungers beyond hunger. His arts are not tainted by the madness that has gripped those who abuse them."
"So be it then," the fey lord's shoulders move in a shrug that sends ripples down his beard, a dozen flowers blooming in the motion. "Come yet forth in peace-holy, eat, drink, and be merry, and let no harm come to you and no enemy find you in my halls." He gives Qyborn a dubious look. "You had best eat and not disrespect my feast, hear me?"
The former Maester nods, wisely not trying his hand at fey diplomacy.
Assured that you would not suffer from it, you eat and drink to satisfy your host, strange fruits you could not guess the name of and cheese from great wheels that never run out, for every time they are sent spinning they grow from the inside out like the rings of a tree and wine in every color and for every taste accounted. The other fey take heart in their lord's command and approach you to trade bright jests and quick tales.
"So then what's this about trade and and alliance?" the lord of the court asks once you had given a fair accounting in eating and drinking both. "My wines can heal hunger and sickness both, but so can your tree, with pale branches and crimson blood, so what then would you wish of us and what trade in return?" he smacks his lips and takes another hearty swing of dawn mead. "I'll freely admit this made a good beginning."
What do you reply?
[] Ask only they he help keep this area of the Feywyld clear of more dangerous beings to protect the forge from any such beings who might pass the veil between worlds here
[] Ask for some of his wines, the rarer and more potent the better
[] See how he grows more of his court, that is the sort of question you brought the flesh-smiths along to ask, or at least hear the answer to
[] Write in
OOC: You guys also need to decide what you are paying in, but I included the options above so you have a direction since I know pure write ins can be lacking in focus. Not yet edited.