"Thank you, my dear."  The Avalonian says with an ironic bow, at least as best as he can manage while remaining seated.  "I'm not surprised that one of your talents, of your organization, would figure it out so quickly.  Perhaps you are one of their alchemists, then?"  He shrugs.  "It's not important.  What is important is those sidhe-touched looks.  Not to mention the side benefit of sto... well, nevermind that."  He shakes his head, smiling.<br/><br/>Grunting, he rises to his feet, his eyes narrowing as he moves closer to assess the state of the pair.  As the darkness closes in around them, they can faintly hear the Avalonian speaking, giving orders to his men.  Strong hands lift them, carrying them, into another room... then, down?<br/><br/>Darkness falls.<br/><br/><em>Scene</em>