Fangwulf: *The note was sent out. Simple. A date, and time. The Edge of the World. Even his neat script is shaky in it. Of course she knows the writing. It is Falke's handwriting, but messy, beyond what it should be.*

Corinne Braddock: She cocks an eyebrow, looking over the note, and nods to herself. She arrives at the aforementioned time, dressed in her usual formal but just-slightly-scandalous way, making her way inside.

Fangwulf: *The house, is cold. Piano music? Softly played, in another room. There is a long stone table in the middle of the 'hold. It is dark. There is a woman, sitting at the edge of the table. No one else around. Just her. Looking... severe. The Lady Alsun herself.*

Corinne Braddock: She frowns a little bit. To say something wasn't right about this would be vastly overstating the obvious. Her head dips respectfully to Alsun. "Lady Alsun. Good evening."

Fangwulf: Good evening, *she says calmly.* No one else responded?

Fangwulf: *It is a clearly not a question to be answered. She merely laughs, and then looks up.* Sit down, please.

Corinne Braddock: She nods a little and then finds a seat. "How are you doing, Lady?"

Fangwulf: As well as may be expected. She swallows. A glass of water is by her side.* Someone is pranking us, I believe.

Corinne Braddock: "Pranking us...how so?"

Fangwulf: A sickness. Likc the Sick that hits a Grump for Arcadia. A plague is spreading. I suppose that is why no one responded.

Corinne Braddock: She nods. "I have felt it too...I assumed that was what you meant. My question was more directed to the prank itself and how it worked."

Fangwulf: Ah. I have not felt a Chimerae in the area spreading anything. It seems it hits the Elders and... unseelie, far faster than us.

Corinne Braddock: ((So just to make sure based on that...should Corinne be feeling it strongly now? Being a Grump and all.))

Fangwulf: ((Well... it IS a little bit more of a harsh cough for her than it is for Moira.))

Corinne Braddock: ((Cool.)) She frowns at that. "That is not encouraging news, from a personal standpoint."

Fangwulf: I wish there were more. *Closer up... the Lady looks really quite tired.* Information, I mean. However, the only connection I can find is the strengthening of the Theater.

Corinne Braddock: "The Theater?" She frowns deeply now. "What connection is there between the two?"

Fangwulf: The Theater, it was said, was a guardian Chimerae once, for this Freehold.

Corinne Braddock: "And it's re-strengthening is causing this sickness?"

Fangwulf: There is a chance that it is. Or, the person whom is communicating with the Treaty members. After we determined we would not get involved with it.

Corinne Braddock: She considers both options, frowning some. "I see. May I ask, Lady, what evidence brings you to conclude it is one of these two things?"

Fangwulf: The noises from the Theater. There have been rumours. Other than this, and the one who defies my wishes, no one seems to be against me, or have the power to do such a thing.

Corinne Braddock: She nods a little. "As an owner of the land upon which the Theater sits, I will look into this. Do we know anything more about this one who went to the Treaty?"

Fangwulf: Well, there are a few suspects on my list. I know that from word of an ally that there was a satyr seen walking from the Concerto building.

Corinne Braddock: "A satyr." She cocks an eyebrow. "I am afraid I am not so familiar with the Commoners. I have been informed that their freehold is an inhospitable place for us, unfortunately."

Fangwulf: Yes. One of my allies had informed me of that as well. However, perhaps, it cannot be helped to pay a visit there/

Corinne Braddock: She nods a little bit. "Very well. I will endeavor to pay a visit."

Fangwulf: Good, *she murmurs. She manages to hide the cough.*

Corinne Braddock: She smiles just a little. "Is there, perhaps, any further insight you can offer as to this situation?"

Fangwulf: I can tell you that my Balor Consort was unaffected. I can tell you The Nameless was affected strongly. That is all, unfortunately.

Corinne Braddock: If anything, the look of concern on her face deepens. "I see. Very well...I will be sure to look into this."

Fangwulf: I will tell you what I know. I believe... some of ours have left the City. Perhaps this is the strike of the Gwydion against us, who ruled this City beforehand.

Corinne Braddock: "Why would Gwydion strike us all? I mean...do not misunderstand me, I am not attempting to claim anything. Merely...if they are attempting to return to power, would they not just strike at the head?"

Fangwulf: They are not bright, and lack the sense of whom is truly in charge. Perhaps they are not sure, and strike at all of us lest we be hiding our ruler among the masses.

Corinne Braddock: "Perhaps..." She frowns, choosing her words diplomatically. "Gwydion can and has been called many things, Lady, many of them justified. I would not venture to call them stupid, though certainly arrogant."

Fangwulf: *She cants her head. A blink.* Pardon. I believe it has gone to my head. I should rest.

Corinne Braddock: She smiles gracously. "Quite all right. We've all been under increasing stress, and could use some rest, Lady. Perhaps I should leave you to it?"

Fangwulf: Of course, *she murmurs. Perhaps, looking puzzled. At something. Unsurety did not flatter her.*

Corinne Braddock: She purses her lips a moment, before rising. "Good evening, Lady. I'll be in touch soon...please, if you get the opportunity, tell Mr. Falke I said hello."

Fangwulf: I shall pass word on, *she says calmly.* He is not... up for visitors.

Corinne Braddock: "Entirely understandable. Give him my dearest wishes." She inclines her head respectfully, before moving to depart.