As the pair rests, the trio does their things as well, including bringing food and drink regularly and checking on things like the area Genny described to be sure it's viable for their desires. Shova and Kiersten both come with the next platter of food stuffs to discuss plans and to bring news that it's the last day the locals will allow Genny and Chago to linger.

Chago waves that news off as unimportant. After all, he's got other things on his mind. "Ain't no thing. If we got us the place we want, we'll be ready to go soon anyway." he says before focusing on Shova first. "You able to do your thing for us with that cave?" he asks before focusing on the sidhe. "And you? Been hinting about what we wanna do and where we wanna be?"

Kiersten answers first even as she's half distracted with setting up the food, enough for all four of them this time. Signs that the planning is well under way so they can get moving before the locals get TOO nervous. "I've talked to several people and the responses have generally been disdain along the lines of 'if the crazy redcap thinks he can hold the area, then let him'. They're rather sure that something from that Trod will kill you before you'd become a concern. And they won’t give you any specific support, just won’t stop you."

Genny snorts, absently tying her hair up into a tail. It shows just how far they've healed that she can again reach her hands over her head without any pain or wincing. "I suspect that's jus' as well."

Shova nods in agreement, "I think so. And I've looked at the place from a distance. It'll be easy to mold, but will take time to expand to the size that you've got in mind in the long run."

"Helps that we got two of us able to do it then." Chago tells Shova with a grin before looking to the sidhe again. "Thanks. You been a huge help with that. If I'd asked, they'd have said no just on account of a redcap having the balls to ask for it, even if they like the idea."

As usual, when the food comes around, he sets his aside for the time being, taking only a drink for himself. Then it's back to Shova. "Can you hook me up though? If you can, where does it take me? I don't want that Dark Trod to be the only way we got to get out, you know?" Then it's back to Kiersten. "You think you can get me into a library? I want to look for something before we leave."

"A library?" Kiersten blinks, looking a bit uncertain. "I...I can try, but the librarian is a hard nosed woman. We'd have to distract her if we want to look at anything without explaining to her exactly why and washing our hands first and all."

Shova tugs gently on Kiersty's hair. "You can manage that. I've seen you do it before." As she makes faces at him, he looks back to Chago and Genny. "I can. I've been thinking about it and I think I can attach it down near the docks. We'll have to research a place from that side, see what's got weak barriers."

Chago nods to the sidhe. "Yeah. Something with good stories of the area and maybe some maps and shit. I won't need long to find what I need, but I need to find it without some asshole looking over my shoulder." he explains, without really explaining everything.

When Shova mentions she's managed it before, Chago grins all the wider. "Fecking perfect. We'll do it when it's time to go then. I'll be real careful. Promise. Hell, I made a brownie librarian happy with me with how careful I was with his scrolls."

Then he shifts his attention to Shova. "Sweet. Something for sale would be best. Or abandoned. We'll work it out. We got cash, but I don’t want to draw on it if there’s space fer nothing. Me and Genny got plans for where it comes out. A restaurant. I'm one hell of a chef and she's at least as good."

Genny looks up from where she was putting together sandwiches for those that will eat now and a pile for Chago later and makes a face at him. Understatement much? "Neither 'f us is a bad hand at a bar either. We can keep a place full 'f happy eaters an' drinkers, an' that's an easy environment fer visitin' fae."

Shova nods, rolling his shoulders until they give a little pop and then grins. "Truthfully...I'm looking forward to the challenge. I've never tried anything at this scale, and the folks around here don't exactly encourage my trying."

Of course, Kiersten is in on it. She's just enough shrinking violet that Chago's much stronger personality should simply push her right along until he gets what he wants. He nods to Genny's words. "Yeah. I ain't bad, but she's better, and she can flirt a tip outta folks. I just get paid to go away before they have to look at me more." he jokes. Then his eyes focuses more on Shova. "Let me know if I can help. I ain't as good a Dreamcrafter as you, I don't expect, but I got some talent." Oh yes, he definitely encourages it, no mater what anyone else does.

"We'll need all that both of us have to give in order to make this work. It's very ambitious..." And there's the thing. Shova is a satyr that needs a challenge, and look what walked into his life? He flexes his fingers then winces softly, and Genny perks up, walking over and catching the younger satyr's hands.

"We're gonna fry the scumbitch that did this ta ya an' restore the rest 'f yer abilities too."

He looks at her, his eyes widening. "And how will you keep him from just doing the same to you?"

Chago steps over with Genny and reaches up to tap the silver band he has on an earring that Genny gave him. "She's been through hell and back. You think some asshole trying to do shit to her is going to stop her?" he asks before smiling a shark grin. "And do you think anything is gonna make me back down?" he asks then.

He takes a step back and shakes his head. "Hell no. Nothing is gonna stop us from getting this bastard and tearing him to bits. I'll chew this his ass up and spit him out like a damn wood chipper. She got pissed as soon as she knew what had been done to you, and when she's pissed, so am I. Do you really think there's much that can stop a pissed off redcap?"

Kiersten is back to staring at the pair. It may be the language that's off putting...or maybe just all of those freaking teeth.

Genny nods in agreement, the smile she offers having a hard edge to it. "Besides a bindin' takes time, which he ain't gonna have. I've seen it before an' know how ta recognize an' stop it. All ya have ta do is show us where ta go, who ta kill, an' get out 'f the way." She reaches over, touching Chago's lips, yep, she dares get that close to a redcap's mouth. "Luckily Chago doesn't get indigestion easily."

"Since Greyson has stone skin he'd better not." He pauses, staring at Genny. "What?"

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At the name Genny goes very still...angry cold still... She growls, advancing on Shova. "Etienne Greyson...the Knocker?"

"I..." Shova swallows hard, looking toward Chago with a hint of panic. "Yes..."

And they thought Genny and Chago were pissed at the binding. When she reacts like that, Chago's head turns to take her in and he tenses, showing that his size is no longer just mass but hard muscle. "He hurt you, babe?" the 'cap asks. The others may as well not be there suddenly for him too. Everything has narrowed to this one thing, and the raw venom in those few words say more than anything else about a truly angry redcap so far.

"During the Horror. He was the Right Hand..." She doesn't look at Chago, not yet, her gaze locked on Shova. "He who stepped in to break my people when his Lord wished to rest...or to watch. He who split hooves and cracked souls. Bound the dream from our minds!" The tattooed chains around her waist writhe as she speaks, as though they might lash out and strike.

Shova blinks, his eyes going round and backing up until he's away from the satyr and his back hits the wall. "But...but they all died."

Genny shakes her head once, the thick braid of her hair rolling across tight shoulders. "Almost all..."

Chago listens and his scowl just grows, anger clear in his expression and tone when he finally speaks. "He's yours." he tells Genny as he reaches a hand out toward her, palm up. Nope, even the ballsy redcap isn't going to touch her unexpectedly right now.

He turns then to the pair with them. "Library's gonna have to wait. Same with the cave. We need this bastard now. Can you give me anything else about him?"

It's probably really lucky for Shova that Chago is here, as the redcap's words manage to break through the quiet rage that defines Genny at the moment. The look in her eyes is savage, more so than even the fight with Eric could bring out. She flexes her fingers and steps back from Shova, reaching out and covering Chago's hand with her own, accepting the gesture. "Anythin' and everythin'..." Her accent starts to return, a sign that she's pulling it under control. "An' I'll need a hammer...a large smith's hammer..."

Kiersten slides past the pair, moving to make sure Shova's okay and slipping her arms around his waist. He strokes her hair gently, though his gaze never leaves Genny. "I can show you where I was bound. Where I encountered him, but it was months ago and I don't know where he is now."

Chago nods his head and his fingers close on Genny's when she places her hand in his. "Good. Whatever you knew then will get us there now. Get the hammer for her and get me a mirror. We'll need about a half hour to get ready, if you can get that shit for us." he tells the pair before waving them off. "I'll get more about the ass from her while you're gone and we'll nail him to the damn wall when you get back."

As soon as the pair make their escape from the rather dangerous combination of Chago and Genny, the redcap focuses on his love. "Tell me what you can." he demands as he guides her to a seat. "I'll eat and get ready. You talk."

She sits for a moment and then pushes back to her feet, pacing the narrow confines of the room. Too much energy to sit, and she needs to gather her thoughts, align them in a way that she can express. The balefire hisses as though in response to her mood, but that’s impossible for a fire held by a sidhe. It must be coincidence.

"I first met Etienne when he lead troops inta my home an' started gatherin' us fer his Lord's games. He's big fer a Knocker, stone skinned and stone hearted. He wrought iron and briar chains ta hold us an' ta bind our magic. It only became permanent if ya wore them fer too long, bu' even the short stints were a nightmare." Genny's fingers twitch and she sucks in a deep breath. "He was a torturer...an' artist in the craft."

Chago listens, nodding slowly as he stuffs food in his mouth as only a redcap can. In no time, the meal he set aside is gone and he's wiping his face and arms to clean them while she finishes her first bit of info. "Well, I know something about that too. Maybe I'll teach him some things." Not bloody likely with an artist, but who knows.

He rolls his head and shoulders a bit and then goes for his Gauntlets. Time to be ready to fight again. "Tell me what he looks like too. Anything you can remember at all weill help nail this son of a bitch."

Genny pauses in her pacing, resting a hand against the wall. Her gaze goes distant and what she describes is cold and clinical, like describing things someone else saw because if she doesn’t lock the emotion away, she may scream and she may not stop. She describes Etienne from head to heels, the man hairless, stoneskinned with the coloring sworls that are common to his kin chiseled into his skin and stained with blood. The description continues from the man to his workshop, far worthy of a horror movie, but twisted so that his devices and methods are most appropriate for fae. Healing to follow breaking, no scars, no marring the prizes. At a certain point her voice just drifts off and she closes her eyes, shaking. "I can't remember any more..."

Chago moves over to her then. "Babe..." he says softly before reaching out with now Gauntleted hands to grasp her forearms. "It's enough. If I need more, I'll ask Shova. He'll know too." he promises softly. "It's enough. I'll scry his ass with the help you gave me and know where the hell he is. I'll get a good look so we can plan." he assures her softly. "Then you'll kill him."

She looks up, meeting his eyes with a gaze that is angry and haunted. "I didn't imagine it could be him...after so lon'." The she goat takes in a deep breath and then nods. "I want his death... His head shattered at my feet." She's cool under his touch, even in the heat of the raging bale. The cold of her fury. "We should scry away from the Freehold."

Chago nods his agreement. "I wouldn't have had them getting the mirror if I was gonna do it here. I'd just go locate one myself." His hands tighten and he pulls, to bring her down closer to his level and then leans to touch a small kiss to her cheek. "We'll get him. You got away from all that shit, and you're even stronger now. You ain't alone either. We -will- get him."

She leans down, allowing the kiss and returning the affection softly. A pause and she meets Chago's eye. "If he somehow manages ta chain me, ya kill him. I want him, bu' na so far as ta be an idiot. Unless he's been busy, they won't hold ya." She straightens and takes a deep breath. "An' when it's over...I want a hot tub, you, an' a very large, very cold drink."

Chago nods once. "Done." he promises. "Are the chains tied to being a satyr or something? Is it how they screw with your passions that make 'em work?" he asks then. "Maybe we could use some trickery on his ass then. You shape me into the satyr as a distraction so you can kick his ass while he's trying to do shit that won't matter?"

Genny nods, the questions helping her to find some kind of focus. "As far as I know. They tap inta yer passions an the more ya try ta break free the worse it gets." The suggestion of the metamorph brings raised eyebrows and a flicker of a smile. "That could be...interestin'. We'd have ta be careful wi' it. I'm na sure if changin' yer form would allow him ta use any 'f the aspects 'f his chains on ya." Yeah, she gets that he's offering to step in, just like she did. "I don't want him ta screw wi' ya."

Chago shakes his head and lifts a hand to touch one of the tats on his shoulder. "I been screwed with all my life." he reminds her with that indication of the 'tribute' to his brother. "I can handle anything he does to me long enough for you to bust his head into gravel." he promises. "I ain't afraid."

Her hands move to press gently against his cheeks and she leans forward, touching her forehead to his. She doesn't speak for a moment, just accepting the offer and taking strength from the moment and the solid reality of him. It doesn't last forever, but just that moment and then she leans back and leads the way to the door. "Then let's roll, beloved. I think it's time ta kick someone's head in, an' then get goin' wi' bigger plans." Genny winks, putting a good show over the rage which is still bubbling in there. "Lookin' forward ta the celebratin'."

As she starts to move, Chago reaches out to grab her with care for his Gauntlets and pulls her back to him. A fierce kiss and tight hug follows and then he grins. "Me too." What? Pass up some pissed off, fiery satyr goodness just because she is pissed off? Yeah right. He stalks out beside her with a smirk and his pack slung over one shoulder. "Let's go kick some ass." he agrees as he passes the door.

Hopefully one of the local nobility wasn't outside to hear a redcap making that sort of announcement.