So Katrina calls a meetin’ with all the fuckwits o’ Wildwood, says shenanigans are abound. Maybe I don’t give a greasy fuck about most of the twits there, but ye never know what opportunities might net ye a haul o’ goodies, so I show up with Mekere.
We all sit around the goat’s little round table, and in walks the sidhe woman I bonced with the wrench a while back. Of course, she’s so damned full of her own great winds that she doesn’t notice me sittin’ there, so that’s nice. She makes some decree or assignment or some such involvin’ the law firm the fella in the crazy closet was workin’ for. Naturally, everybody is up in arms over it, but I didnae have much reason ta give a shit. Mekere’s safe, and I care little about Dauntain or boogeymen or… Anyway, the troll gave me a boon in return fer some armor. Now THAT
is somethin’ I can get behind, even if the shitwit has a knack fer pissin’ me off.
Mekere suggests a leather get-up, and with her and Penny in tow, we head to the Dreamin’ and put a couple tree branches straight up a drake’s arse. I’d dress it up as some epic story, but frankly it shouldn’t be that surprisin’. The important bit is we came back with enough goodies ta make 4 complete sets of armor, 1 of which fer the troll, 1 is definitely goin’ ta Mekere’s loony arse, I suppose Katrina could use a set, and of course the best scales were used fer mine.
What? I said he’d get some armor, I didn’t tell him he’d get the pick o’ the fuckin’ litter!