Dawn spun away from the bar, mug of hot chocolate in her hand, and slowly rolled her eyes. What a strange, frustrating conversation. She didn’t<i>do</i>subtlety or hidden meanings.<i>Matters of the heart…</i>What could he know, anyway?<br/><br/>She shook her head and took a long sip from her mug, peering over at… Johnson? What had he done that Muse had been so angry? And what was she doing here, of all places? Treasures and pixies, Gort had said. Maybe she wanted some kind of artifact. Then again, the pixies had worshipped her as some kind of goddess before, so maybe that had something to do with it.<i>Ashy and an army of pixies…</i>She coloured a bit and smiled to herself.<br/><br/>Dawn tilted her head at the broom-grappling child as she passed, her expression part amusement and part sympathy. “Keep up the good work,” she said, and moved to Johnson’s cozy table by the fire.<br/><br/>She watched him for a second, eyes curious, before taking another sip of cocoa. “Hello,” she said. “Gort said you could tell me everything. About the elf.” She put her mug down gently on the tabletop. “Please. I<i>need</i>to know.”<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>