"<em>Lord</em>Blake."  The nobleman's face reddens, his expression darkening.  "If you are to use my family name, I must insist that you accompany it with the proper title."  A moment later, and his face clears up, his expression reverting to its previous jovial state.  "But Sir William is fine."  He gives a light laugh.<br/><br/>The sour-faced lackey passes Sir William the token.  The nobleman glances at it, a smile spreading across his face.  His eyes shift back and forth across the pair, first the lovely courtesan, than the fierce young gentleman.  "Yes... your friend.  She did come to me, for much the same reason that you did.  She was looking for some missing girls as well.  I think she said that one was related to her."  He pauses for a moment, his eyes sparkling, briefly going distant.<br/><br/>Shaking his head, he turns his gaze back to the siblings.  "Let me begin by telling you the same thing that I told her.  There is a group, a secret society, one might call them.  They operate in the shadows, on many levels of society.  They have agents nearly everywhere.  Their goal is the liberation of women, but there is more to them than that.  You see, one thing that brings them together, is that a number of them have<em>Sidhe</em>blood."  He casts a quick glance at the pair as he sips his wine, his eyes glinting again.  His voice is steady and even when he speaks, almost droning, the room warm, the seats comfortable...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">TN 20 resolve roll, please!</div></div>