<strong>Name:</strong>Brandon Patterson / Sir Balthazar Tori ap’ Beaumayn<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong><br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>General<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Balthazar was silent for a long while, both wary and deep in thought.  He walked backwards away from the lake with the sidhe.  Bit by bit the story unfolded—both the mystery and the protagonists.<br/><br/>Balthazar entered the number he'd received from Harald, and offered a small business card to the others with his own contact information.  It had his mortal name, Brandon Patterson, and his cellular number.  Before he let the ranger go, he said, “There's a footprint coming out of the water, m'lord.  It's mostly washed away, but I think it's webbed.”<br/><br/>Now he touched Arwen on the shoulder from behind.  (He might have accidentally snuck up on her.  Though not exactly stealthy, Balthazar could surprise smaller people with his grace.)  “You can ride with me, Dame Deveroux.  It's somewhat astonishing how much room you can find in the cab of a pickup truck made in a country where gasoline costs less than milk.  I wonder what trolls do in the rest of the world.  In my first car I took out  the front seat and drove from the back.”<br/><br/>He turned to the sluagh.  “Quin.  You said a spring unleashing?  Could that create pink and yellow flowers?  There are some in the water in the middle of the Little Dam, and they're encased in ice.”<br/><br/>“Thallain use basically the same cantrips we do, right?  Actor, Fae, Nature, and Prop—the ways we've learned to target the effects of our cantrips.  Fae, for beings of the dreaming—Kithian, Nunehi, Thallain, Chimera—even glamour itself.  But mortals and prodigals are targeted by a completely diferent set of rules, using the realm of Actor.<br/><br/>“So, if music that mortals can hear but we can't is created by a Thallian—or other being of the Dreaming—that sounds like a cantrip using the Actor realm.  Perhaps something Lady Calla noticed and was trying to counter?”<br/><br/>The blue man gave a shrug of round shoulders, then settled his halberd in the bed of the pickup.  Opening the passenger side door, he offered a hand to Arwen, “Dame Deveraux.”  His eyes took another appreciative wander down the sidhe in her magnificently revealing attire.  He rather doubted a knight of any sex would need help getting up into his truck—even in heels—but courtesy was a virtue he liked to cultivate.<br/><br/>And if he happened to steal a glance down her cleavage to her thighs as she was getting in...  Well, a girl didn't dress like that if she didn't want him to look.