What's in a Name
Day of Rule, 1349 A. L. (After Landfall)
Though it might be unwise of you you linger, and in your mind resolve to tell Antonio you had done it for the gems, truth be told you are more saddened that the poor guardian had been left here to his own devices with none of the company he obviously craves. And so it goes, you talk around the rough stone table, excusing yourselves of partaking of the food of the faerie.
The guardian is halfway between excited and worried when you speak of the battle with the thugs, tsking over the folly of one of his kin replacing 'a perfectly good arm' with too-quick-moving metal, not to mention falling in with the wrong lot, that being the wee folk. "Too clever for their own good they are and dealing with dragon's slaves.... dragon's slaves I ask you, what good ever came of trading words with their lot? If you say the wrong thing the wyrm will act like you've spat in their faces and if you say the right thing and make a friend, why it's like you made friends with the mites in the cupboard. No one is going to hold their lot to account..."
"The dragonspawn?" Zaia asks. By now he had entirely given up in even pretending he is not writing all this down, having realized that the fey, or at least this on,e does not take it in ill spirit.
"The dragons. No one takes the dragons to account, why would they? They dwell in the deep dreaming where the world flows perilous-strange... well some of them do at least, thems that don't sleep under stone in the land of man. You met with one of those in the sun-lands, right?"
"Aye, and that's were the spear turned black," Tom replies , hefting the weapon with just a touch of pride.
"Must have been a young one then, not really that much magic out in the sunlands from what I hear," the guardian answers, then scratching his chin with the sound of stone on stone grinding, he adds. "Enough of it for the dragon's slaves though, you watch yourselves, not all their slaves have scales either, they can go down every hole."
It is not very mature of you, truly it is not, but the thought of four foot high reptilian beings 'going down holes' in the way they said it in London Town makes you snicker under your breath.
"What?" the troll asks bemused.
Esha gives you a sly smile.
How the hell would you explain raunchy humor to a troll?
As it happens the answer is very slowly, with a lot of false starts and with enough embarrassment that you are concerned by the end if if will stain your cheeks red for the rest of the day. Still, in the end you manage it you think from the queasy fascination of your new friend. Still, he looks a little worried as well when he talks about the white-scaled ones, almost like he wants to hear about your strange mortal 'customs' to distract himself.
By now, more certain of yourself, you gently prod him to see if he would share why.
"Remember I told you that we drove back those that said they were kin of the Dragon-to-Be and drove them back?" he says at last and then he is silent. "Well someone really high up must have let them in later by secret ways. Doesn't bode well fer us or fer ye lot, doesn't bode well at all."
"Do you think that the master of the city paid tribute after all?" Esha asks, expression turning grave.
"Don't know fer sure, it's probably dangerous to find out it is..." Just as you are about to leave, rising from your seats, or in Silver and Megin's case walking towards the river again, the troll turns to you and says. "I'm Mynid, Mynid the Wayguard now, conjure by it if you have need and I'll deal with you fairly."
You freeze in your steps, unsure of what to say or do, for one of the rules you had been given was 'don't ask a fey their name unless you want blood'. How are you to react to one of them giving their name freely.
"How was he even able to offer that without asking for an exchange?" you ask Esha urgently
"Mortals do not have names as the fey do, there is no equivalent exchange," the sorceress answers, her mind voice softening perhaps in spite of herself.
"You could hand him some blood if you wanted to make it as close as can be, but I don't think he gave us his full Name, enough to conjure, not enough to bind."
What do you say to Mynid's offer?
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OOC: Well, you made both the not being followed and the friends with a troll roll so now you have to decide how to react to that. For the record the poor troll was really lonely, not a lot of people come down this way and only the mortals really have to talk to the gate guard, letting most fey by is rolled into his standing contract.