<strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>McAlester Freehold / Aldridge Hotel<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>Party split! Check the Tagging to see where your update is for your character! :)<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Quinn (Sparrowhawke), Arwen (Eobelle)<br/><hr/><hr/>The Knight,  Sir Geoffrey, was courteous and honorable. To Arwen he said happily, focusing on her title, "Sir Arwen, you say? Well, one such as yourself surely would not tell a fib, and I will take you at your most honorable word that you have business as you say." To Quinn he said,  "It is likely the Duchess got word but may not have had time to pass it to me. The Nunnehi are in Council with her today, but I think they should just be wrapping up. Helaku tends to vex her and make her forget things with his debating. Please, come in and be welcome to the Freehold, and I'll have someone escort you to the Duchess's chamber where the Council chose to meet today."<br/><br/>Most Kithain held more formal courts, had something more of pomp and circumstance. Gabriela was...different. She was a troll and more practically-minded, even though she was part of the nobility. It was a large reason why she was generally accepted in a place like the Duchy of Storms, which had...issues...with any type of government, whether it was that of the Autumn People or the Kithain.<br/><br/>And Quinn and Arwen found themselves on the 11th floor, the market freehold, full of 'rooms' that were more like stalls, the Beaumayn colors in prominence. A number of Kithain and Nunnehi were in evidence--a surprising amount of Trolls and Nanehi (not to be confused with the Nunnehi, which was a more general term) were in evidence. Changeling looks flew freely in the Freehold, free to be themselves, free to be a magical and special place. And special it was; market vendors were there in abundance selling treasures, selling helpful little magical ingredients here or there, selling tomes, sometimes just selling stories or information.<br/><br/>But one booth that thye passed, as Sir Geoffrey directed them to the Squire Knobley, who was the smallest sidhe anyone had ever seen but no less pretty despire only being five foot high in his pretty silver armor, who led them through the market towards the 'main' court. The empty booth had but a single tabard on it. There was writing on it in such beautiful calligraphy it was hard to remember it was guaranteed to be hand-done and not computer-made:<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>" ~ Calla's Creations ~ "</strong></div><br/>Flowers had been placed on the booth in that 'room.' Little trinkets, little pieces of things Calla had given to others, all coming home in the place where she'd helped others. No one was seen actually<em>at</em>the booth, and Squire Knobley, with his bright blond hair and green eyes, said sadly, "Word gets around quick. The Duchess made an announcement earlier. Calla was a quiet one, but her work spoke for her. She sold to a lot of people. Not that the shop was open much, her being a noble, but still.<em>A lot</em>of people will be lesser for her loss. We hope her brother will come immortalize her in story or song, maybe hire an Eshu to do such a thing."<br/><br/>Knobley led them past a large open space, and beyond that...a door at the end of the 'hall.' This was the Duchess's room. The sound of loud talking could be heard within.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Quinn &amp; Arwen</div><div class="spoiler_body">Make a Perception + Alertness check at diff 7</div></div>