As soon as the redcap is out on the other side, he takes a couple steps to be out of the satyr's way and looks about to make sure it's familiar territory. Glamour can be capricious, after all. Better to be sure before totally relaxing.

Familiar? Well that's a matter of speaking. He's in someone's room, large chambers with a girly touch, though not so overpowering that anyone wants to barf. Kiersten comes around the corner, in her pajamas which consist of a frothy not entirely see through nightgown and bare feet. She blinks at the barf and goo covered Redcap her pretty mouth working before she blushes fiercely and grabs for a robe off her nightstand. "You’re back, I see. Where's Shova?"

The question gets out just before Shova comes through, looking a little wild eyed and dizzy. "That...is a rush."

Chago's eye settles on the most familiar and his laughter dies to just a brief leer. What? She's a sidhe. You think he's not going to look while he can? Then Shova appears and he shoves the device at the satyr. "Yeah. It is. Now, rush this to Genny wherever she is. You probably have a better idea than me and ain't no one can run like a satyr. After that... well... looks like she's waitying on ya." he tells the furry one. Then he focuses on the sidhe again. "Promise not to peek much if you'll get dressed and show me to a shower." He tells her.

Kiersten is still blushing, but manages to get the robe on, which sorta helps.

Shova's fingers close over the machine and he looks surprised as he realizes Chago is trusting him to get the machine where it has to go. Then again Chago NOT being all covered in eww is likely better for the general sanitation around the injured. He nods and, after giving his girl a smile, dashes off.

"She's downstairs." She sighs, watching him go before paying full attention to Chago. "There's...chambers next door with separate bath." If he can get that far without dropping chunks on her floor. "We moved her so she could be closer to the bale. I got permission, but I don't think everyone will be welcome for too long. Especially since this is twice in as many days. You know how it is." And she leads the way to the next room, which is much plainer, but has the advertised bathing area.

Chago nods once. "In other words, wash fast before I get thrown out." Yeah. He knows -exactly- how it is. He flexes his right hand again and growls softly as he does, heading to the bath and starting to strip off as soon as he's not going to be tossing the crud that coats him onto her bedroom floor, being very careful of that hurt arm at last.

"Can you hook me up with some kinda something I can wrap up in?" he asks, raising his voice just slightly to be heard past the door he expects she's closed by now. "Some kinda toga kind of thing for now? And something to get rid of my clothes in? This stink ain't ever washing out." He makes no effort to remove any of his clothing intact either, other than his boots and his belt pouch. Especially not the stuff covering his barrel-like torso. After all, that would have to come off over his Gauntlets because, much like with a boot over badly sprained ankle, he's not taking that glove off until he's about to get treatment.

She may be more shy than Genny, but she does know her duty to her guest and...well...not exactly friend, but getting there. "I'll take care of everything." She pauses and he can hear her voice further away now, likely at the door. "I'm going to key this lock to myself, so no one else can come or go. Wait for me to get back with the clothing, please." Instead of breaking the door down. There's a muttering as she goes. Making sure no one can interrupt him without making a lot of noise.

For all that it’s in a castle that looks right out of Disney, the bath has a shower, toilet and a large soaking tub as well as a big mirror and sink. Towels have been laid out as well as a bucket next to a wide sluce drain, the idea being anything which has to be washed off which won't go down the small drain should be rinsed away there first.

"Deal." he answers quickly. "Long as no one else busts in to toss me out." he adds. "Then all bets are off." Warning for her or just being a redcap? Maybe a little of both. At least he's honest about what'll happen if they do come for him though.

He pauses for a moment to look at the bucket and drain and then about the room. Not hard to see him considering just slinging muck about for the moment before he fills said bucket and dumps it over his head a few times. Then fills it again to soak his hat and the left Gauntlet in while he steps into a brief shower to clean off the goo and then to the tub to soak. Yes, one of the gloves did come off. Easier to wash most parts if you don't have to be afraid of accidentally removing them if your hand slips. Especially ones your satyr girl will want sooner or later.

The water is honest to goodness hot, soaking a lot of the bitter cold out of his bones. He didn't even realize how cold he still was until there was heat. Eventually there is a soft noise from the other room, but not an invasive one and Kiersten calls out that there is clothing for him and she'll wait in the corridor. Guarding him? Maybe. Or just not wanting to see all the bits Genny loves.

Whenever he gets out there are loose pants that approximate his size fairly well and a sleeveless vest, similar to what Shova often wears but larger. It'll go on easily without snagging on much. Both are made from a soft fabric which would appeal to anyone who values creature comforts, but dyed black with red trim.

Chago groans happily at the heat and siks until he can barely breathe into that water to just soak it all in until he hears sounds. Then he sits up and calls a thanks back before getting out of the water and moving to tend to other important stuff. His hat gets a good scrubbing to remove all but the worst of marks, followed by each of his various pieces of jewelry that got gunked to be sure they're clean before being put back in or on as necessary.

His left Gauntlet is simply shaken off carefully and then put back on as well, while the right is ignored. Any cleaning they need, they can do for themselves, eating anything worthwhile and decorating with the rest of the stains. It just adds to the impact to be that much more horrid. Far more time is spent scrubbing off his boots and then flushing the waste down the drain before checking himself and stepping out to dress, displaying more tattoos and piercings than they've seen yet with his chest so bare.

"Thanks, beautiul. Now, where's Genny?" After all, it's not like he didn't know she was alright. There was time to be presentable before asking about her. Gave her time to have that machine used on her so she could be better too.

Kiersten stares for a few minutes, tracing the tatoos with her gaze. Apparently, Shova isn't nearly so inked and it's intriguing. As he speaks, she gives herself a little shake. She's also taken the time to get dressed, in a simple gown that doesn’t seem quite right for a sidhe, but she wears it well anyway.

"Downstairs. This way." She leads him through the back hallways, keeping a low profile as they go. A few servants pop out to watch the redcap go by, but no one tries to stop him, even if there are some disapproving murmurs, not so much aimed at him as they are at Kiersten and her taste in guests. She ignores them, leading him down until they come to a smaller door - not too far from the bale chamber, but not inside of it - which she knocks on before entering.

Inside it's warm, the warmth of the bale and two partially banked fires. A small boggan woman is bustling about, working on a soup. Genny is propped up in a small bed, her hip set and bound so she can't go anywhere. The machine has been hooked up and blood is rushing out of a tube in her arm, through the machine and then into a tube pushed into her neck near her collar bone. Her eyes are partially open, but not really seeing much.

Sometimes, reflexes can be a tish troublesome. After a few disapproving looks, Chago starts flipping off some of them, and making a point to ogle the sidhe's butt to scandalize of the worst of the offenders all the more. Of course, if either she or Shova saw it, they'd probably notice he's not really paying that much attention to her. Not now that his mind is on Genny again.

Once in the room, he shrugs out of the vest, folding it to kneel on by her bedside and he reaches one hand to cover one of hers. As he settles in to wait at her side as long as he'll be left alone to, ignoring both boggan and sidhe to do so for now, he also reveals his grandest tattoo, the one that covers his back from shoulders to waist, displaying the Two of Wands currently. Yes, Wands and not Cups. Where cups speaks of lovers, the Two of Wands is all about goals and determination and seeing things through to meet those goals. The journey may not be over, but he's proven he's got the will to take the trip.

Now, he waits to see if they've reached the end of the current leg yet. "Hey babe." he murmurs as his figners tighten over her hand slightly. "Kicked anyone else while I been gone?"

In the machine there's a gathering of liquid which floats in a chamber, glistening with the weight of iron.

Kiersten doesn't cross to the bed, staying back and exchanging a few words with the boggan woman. Mostly to make sure that there is whatever they want for food and drink and NOT to let them be disturbed. Then she turns back and sees the tattoo and the kneeling form. The tattoo gets the longest look, one hand rising slightly, though she's way too far away to actually touch him. Then he speaks to Genny and the sidhe's expression softens. This is why she put her reputation on the line...well, that and Shova.

It takes a moment before Genny blinks, her gaze not nearly drugged enough. She's in a hell of a lot of pain, but her lips curve. "Bout time you got back. No one around here tells me to stop my bitchin', they just keep trying to feed me."

Chago's own grin returns when she stirs and he snorts softly. "What? You thought I was gonna hang here and listen to a moody ass satyr moan and groan? I had stuff to do. Figured I'd let you get over the worst before I had to listen to it." Then he turns, at last, and leans to sniff at the soup a little. "Course, if that's all they're feeding you, you got a reason to bitch." he says as he turns back. "When you're done laying around, let me know. I'll get you outta here and cook you up something good." he promises.

Teasing done, his tone softens a bit and he releases a heavy breath and a lot of tension. "You got messed up pretty good, doll. Looks like this is fixing it though. You stay and let it, hear? I'm probably gonna get kicked out before too long, but you ain't. They try and I'll make sure they don't. You -heal-. I'll be close. Promise."

May as well be sure she knows what's going on. Not like she probably doesn't expect it too.

Genny takes in a deep breath, likely to protest, then the machine moans and sputters. Her eyes close for an instant and her grip against his hand goes tight until her knuckles turn white under her tan. Black goop spills from her body and into the machine, thick in the tube until the blockage passes and clean blood surges back up. Sweat beads on her forehead and she whispers. "Dammit...ya never let me...hav' any...fun."

Kiersten appears at his side, having inched closer even though she doesn't want to disturb. "The healer says if you can get food and drink into her it would help. She's not been eating hardly at all. Too much in and out of it." She pauses. "And she did kick the last person who tried." Likely why both hooves are bound.

"That's because you never know when to stop. Silly goat." he taunts back, his hand tight on hers until the pain has passed. Good thing she is so out of it with her aches too, or she'd notice he's using the 'wrong' hand too. After all, it would have been more natural to be on the other side and hold her hand with his right but he's not.

When Kiersten speaks, he glances over and nods slightly, then purses his lips. Then he rattles off some things quickly, spicy dishes he knows she likes and drinks without alcohol in them that she favors as well. "You want her to eat, you got to give her stuff she likes. I'd barely eat that." he tells her then with a nod to the bowl, even if he's exaggerating slightly on the last point.

Then it's back to Genny. "And you are gonna eat this time." he tells her. "Or I ain't gonna tell you the message I got for you." he adds with a smirk.

The boggan frowns at him, drawing herself up. "I'll have you know that soup has everything in it that she needs to heal and enough numbing to take the pain away if she wasn't too foolish to take it." She's got a good head of bluster on when Kiersten fixes her with a look and raises one finger.

"Enough. Get the things he says. You may know healing, but he knows her."

The boggan looks to argue, but finally stomps out of the room, and Kiersten sighs, sinking down onto a chair. "I don't think Genny trusted anyone with you gone. She won't take anything for the pain and hasn't made a sound. Just clutches the blankets and suffers. I think she was afraid of being drugged to death. Not that some haven't mentioned it as a solution." Kiersten's eyes darken, much of the youthfulness he's seen in her before replaced with weariness. She needs her satyr as much as he needs his.

Genny turns towards him, breathing in for a moment before opening her eyes again. She may only be partially hearing what Kiersten said, but he registers. "Long as it don't taste like shite...an'...message?" Curiosity...may have killed the cat, but it definitely makes her more lively.

Chago just lets his lips curl back as he turns to the boggan and her beginning tirade. It's an amused smirk really, but with those teeth and a redcap's reputation, it could well look like his own threat to go with Kiersten's words.

Once the little one has left, he turns to the sidhe and nods. "Can you blame her? Especially with what she's been through?" he asks before looking back to Genny quick. "Hush. I'm right." Then it's back to Kiersten again. "Thanks for helping take care of her. She ain't any better a patient than I am when I'm hurt." Like... now? Even if he's still trying to hide it.

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Then he turns back to Genny. "Yeah. We got a lot to talk about when we're in a place that's ours." Without looking away from Genny, he then addresses Kiersten again. "No offense, sweetcheeks. If it was all yours, I'd probably relax, but eventually, we gotta talk to daddy." Or mom. Whoever. "And I don't trust nobody I ain't met."

"I can't blame her. I wish I could assure that no one here means either of you harm, but that would be a lie. I've tried to watch everything brought in, just can't be everywhere at once." Truth from the sidhe, go figure. "I just...she needed the bale to keep the iron away from her heart or I wouldn't have brought her."

Genny grips his hand again as another clot passes into the machine, this time considering her company and the fact her brain is starting to clear she cusses up a storm. It's a good sign versus the silent suffering. Nasty stuff that just shouldn't be in the blood and naturally couldn't remain suspended, but there's not much natural about this.

"Uncle." Kiersten supplied. "The Baron is my Uncle." Doesn't sound like there's much love lost between them though. Her gaze settles on his arm and she frowns, looking between him and Genny before muttering. "You're hurt too."

It's a good thing that Genny's in one of her pain phases too. Chago's head snaps around to Kiersten and he sharply hisses a shushing sound at her. "Later." he growls in as near a whisper as such a tempermental sound can be. Then it's back to Genny and his hand tightening on hers until the pain passes.

"At least we can do one thing about that. Check for the half pint. I'll see about making sure they don't slip us nothing we don't know about for as long as I can stay with her." the redcap says before reaching for Genny's stew. His head turns, looking from one to the other until he knows Kiersten is peeking for the boggan and then he gulps a rather large mouthful of the stew and twists to wipe his mouth on either shoulder.

When the sidhe returns, he hands her the bowl. "Get this over there. Far as you can from us. I'll know if they try and feed her anything that was in that. Long as I'm here with her." he assures then. He may not know what exactly the flavor means, but he can pick out the things he does know from the stew and can hunt for the other flavors as the medicines.

Genny may have been right not to trust the nutcases around here. It's true what's in the soup is mostly good for her. There isn't anything in there immediately bad for her, but the devil is in the details. What is there is in too high of proportions, enough numbing to numb her right to a rather permanent sleep if she ate it all, but maybe the boggan was counting on her just getting a few sips in.

Kiersten takes the bowl, nodding. "I'm hoping none of us have to stay long. Just have to get her on her feet enough that we can go back to the outter villages. It's safer there."

Chago licks his lips and looks toward the bowl. "Genny. You done good. That shit had enough painkiller I can almost feel it. A couple spoonfuls wouldn't have hurt, I don't think but with a boggan feeding you... if she didn't know you'd have been messed up." Go figure the former drug running gang member knows something about drugs.

Then his eye flicks to Kiersten, and his teeth flash a moment. "If she's yours. If she's the Baron's... " he says nothing else when those words trail off. Yeah. maybe the boggan knew. Maybe it was intentional. Maybe she didn't know. Lots of ways for that much painkiller. Not all bad, but enough he doesn't like it.

"Yeah. Getting out of here soon is good." he agrees. "At least until it's time to bargain for that keep."

Genny manages a wan smile, licking her lips, which show signs of dehydration. "Oh goodie...guess I git...a gold star." Okay, so it's not at usual volume or snarkiness, but it's feedback which is more like her usual grumpy humor.

"Not much here that's mine, unfortunately and that's not going to change, which is just as well. I don't care."

Chago's hand tightens on Genny's slightly again and he flashes her a rather familiar smirk. "Yeah. Tell you what, I'll only spank you nine swats instead of ten for figuring it out. Still getting the others for being stupid enough to get into this mess in the first place." He tells the satyr before turning back to Kiersten and nodding his approval.

When he speaks to her, his tone is a bit easier than usual and far less flirtatious. "You, me, and Shova got a lot to talk about, sweetcheeks. After this is over and done with." he tells her with a firm nod. "So you know. fuzzybutt done good to. You got a lot to be proud of in that goat. Just don't tell him I said it. Don't want his head to swell or nothing."

Genny manages to crack a smile at that, "Promises, promises..." Which comment makes Kiersten blush. The satyr woman's hand tightens on Chago's and her eyes close, drifting into actual sleep since now there's someone to watch her back and make sure she wakes back up.

The sidhe girl looks up and smiles, "He's something pretty special. He was the first one to help me see just how much was wrong around here. All this life out there worth living and I was missing it. "

Chago nods and his eye flicks to Genny again, watching her drift off and the relaxing a little more himself, up to and including cradling his right arm again more properly and starting to flex those fingers again to fight stiffness.

"There's a lot out there. Good and bad. Sometimes it ain't easy to see. Sometimes it's even harder to see which is which." he tells Kiersten. "My opinion... you gotta find what you want and grab it with both hands and never let go. If it gets that important, keeping something with you of it is more important than how much it hurts sometimes."

He looks at Genny and then back. "I got lucky. I got more chances than I ever earned. You got yours now. Good to see you ain't pissing it away. You're gonna be alright. You took off your blinders in time."

Kiersten stares at him, looking back and forth between he and the snoozing satyr. The grip of Genny's hand says she's not fully gone, a light sleep that she can come out of fast if needed to.

"You...don't talk like any redcap I've ever met." Kiersten admits. She settles on a stool, pulling her knees up and wrapping her hands around them. "I think for me the difference was seeing that the way my Uncle does stuff making me happy made other people unhappy. Shova taught me that when I was truly connected with someone and connected with the stuff around us, my being happy didn't have a damn thing to do with anyone else needing to be stomped down." She pauses, "You two...how did you end up together?"

Chago snorts. "Sometimes I do." he reminds her as he shifts a little to lean against the side of Genny's bed without releasing her hand. Then he goes thoughtful for a bit as he considers the other question.

"I got real lucky." he finally begins before reaching up to the crossed out Black March tattoos on his face. "Back a while, I was a lot more like what you expect out of a redcap. Ran with a mortal gang, then a fae one. Yes, a fecking gang and not a motley." Yep. He's even using Genny's words for the moment. "I wasn't like most redcaps even then, but I looked like I was and made sure to act like it. It worked out. Long story short, we ended up in Canada and were pretty much taking over the Barony there. I probably could have been Baron if I'd been trying to be smart instead of scary but I pissed that away. Then we lost a member and the boss called up Genny. Knew her from New York. I'd hardly met her back then. She came up and we sort of hooked up. Just typical satyr stuff."

He looks at her again and then back. "Shit happened. That's her place to tell or not. When it settled, I helped her just like she helped me. Then the Boss screwed us and I took over. Made the gang a Corby. Kinda." Here, he indicates the crosses on the Black March tattoos and the Three of Swords design elsewhere in his many tats. "I made us safe where that worthless excuse of an ogre left us out to dry to protect his ass." Yeah. Not even a troll in Chago's eyes anymore. "After the Corby was safe, we left them with all we had back there and we hunted him down. That's where we met Shova and you pretty much know the rest. If you don't, you will. You know a satyr will tell the story eventually."

She takes that all in, her eyes wide as she listens. It's the kind of thing you always hear about other people doing, but never really touches your own life. For a moment her mouth works, trying to vocalize something and then she stops again, tapping her fingers on her leg.

The machine trundles along in the quiet, the blood flow getting cleaner as it goes.

Go figure. -Now- she's quiet. When he half expected the touchie-feelie hippie lovefest style junk to have surprised her into the whole speechless routine, she asks a question. Now that Chago's mind is elsewhere she goes silent film on him. "Sweetcheeks... the whole hungry fish thing is overrated. If you got something to say, just say it. I promise not to get too pissy, unless you push when I say to drop something."

She sighs softly. "Satyrs... Can it last? Don't you worry that she's going to up and find someone else?" Which infers that she fears that in her own satyr. "I mean, everything you went through to save her. What if it just goes away?" Yeah, so she doesn't understand the breed, even if she has one. Ye old, got it but don't know what to do with it.

Chago looks at Genny for a long and silent moment at that question and then turns back to Kiersten. "Have you fucked Shova yet?" he asks bluntly and then waits for the blush to bloom fully before sayinganother word.

In fact, he waits until she's had time to decide to either answer or to storm out and he can see it in her eyes before speaking again. "Hold it. I don't really care. I just want you to think about that, alright? I figure you probably haven't. Maybe I'm wrong but you don't seem like the type. Either way though, it still leads to my point and my next question. Does that matter? Do you want him for his cock or who he is and do you think he just wants you because he wants a hot piece to decorate his arm until the next one catches his eye?"

Chago again falls silent, letting his crudeness batter the sidhe as much as his questions. And again, when some reaction, be it answer or storming off seems to loom in her features he speaks. "I ain't gonna promise you he won't chase some other tail, but from what I've seen of you two, your bed will be the one he always returns to. Satyrs can be the hardest to truly love, because sometimes Passion is more than one person can meet, but they're the most worth it because when they love, they do it with their whole Passion too. You just have to do the same and the rest is just not such a big deal anymore."

She doesn't storm out. She's too busy doing another fish impersonation, her mouth working though an indignant sound not managing to make its way out. As he continues, she twists her skirt between her fingers, doing him the courtesy of listening even if her high breeding demands a good tirade. Slowly she begins to relax, his words getting through her concern and anger. "I...think I understand. The difference between just...sex...and something stronger than that physical connection."

Chago nods once to that. "Exactly. See, you asked the right person about this." His head tips toward Genny. "They're too close to it to explain right sometimes and most of them like the reputation. Me, I got a lot of experience with satyrs plus I got another edge. Ain't nobody else gonna tall you this but us redcaps understands satyrs better'n most other kiths. Our Hunger is a lot like their Passion. We both are driven by need. By wanting. They want to be consumed by anything they do and be part of it. We want to take everything in and make it part of us. It helps us get it when the chips are on the line."

He glances to Genny and then back. "Ever hear of someone with a passion for sports? Or a passion for cooking? Fine living? All that can be Passion too. It's not all sex. You'll learn that with Shova. It ain't gonna be easy, but if you want him as much as it seems, it'll be worth it. You just have to be ready for the times when Passion drives him. Be there to be his rock to come back to when it does so he can't get lost. If you can do that, you'll be in for the best ride ever."

Then, he can't resist going for one more blush. "In more ways than one." he adds with a leer.

And just when she was starting to relax into the RedCap wisdom, he does that and there's all that lovely color rushing into her cheeks and down her throat. She clears her throat, twice, managing to get herself mostly under control. "I will keep that in mind. I...can't imagine my life without him now. He has always been there when I've been in need. I just want that not to change." Kiersten pauses then, looking down at his arm. "I...can help you with that. If you'd like. She's not going to not notice forever."

Chago nods. "The hardest thing will be when he needs you because his Passions have taken him. Sometimes, you have to stop them from what they want for their own good. Too much and you stifle them. Too little and they could lose themselves. You're gonna hate it when you have to do it, but if he's honest with himself, then he'll thank you eventually." he warns her before nodding.

The redcap takes a slow breath and blows it out before reaching to carefully remove his Gauntlet at last and get a look at the full extent of the damage done. "She usually heals me, but I didn't want her to see this until she was better." he admits as he clearly is looking it over for the first time himself, then holds his arm out to her.

The flesh under the guantlet is bruised a dark purple which is nearly black. It's swollen, but would likely be much MORE swollen if he hadn't kept the glove on, so smart on his part.

"I've seen him get...well...lost is the only word I can think of for it. So intense that he forgets everything else and we argue when I try to get him to stop." She pauses looking at the arm and wincing in sympathy. Slowly she touches the bruise with the tips of her fingers. "I'm not a really good healer, but I can at least make it somewhat better." So saying she suits actions to words, murmuring in lyrical French as her nails stroke down the skin slowly. It's not as strong of a healing as Genny can do, but it takes the worst of the pain out of it and eases the bruising.

Chago releases a slow breath as the bruising fades slightly and he flexes his fingers again. "That's exactly what I'm talking about. When satyrs get lost like that, they need someone to bring them back. You've done the right thing in doing it, as long as you haven't done it too soon. They need to dance that edge sometimes to live their Passions."

He pulls his arm back and looks at the healing when she's done. "Thanks. Don't feel like it'll break if I lift too much anymore." He tells her as he pulls the Gauntlet back over it. Hopefully his letting go of Genny's hand to remove and replace the Gauntlet doesn't wake her before the damage is hidden.

"When they dance the edge...can you dance it with them?" It's a soft question as she draws back. She rises to her feet, noticing a shiver in the satyr patient. Kiersten fetches another blanket, tucking it over Genny's legs, the she-goat barely stirring. "It is my pleasure. You helped Shova and you've helped me with your words. A little healing is the least I can offer." She tilts her head. "So what happens after this?"

Chago grins at that, taking Genny's hand again once he's got those gloves back on. "You can try. It's a hell of a thing to do too. Worth it, since you won't get as lost. You can still bring him back when he needs."

Then his grin fades a little and he goes far more serious. "After this? First, we get her back on her hooves. Or at least safe and healing. Then we get out of here and you and me go to work on the last details of me getting set up on that dark trod. Once I've got that, I'll scry for information on the next steps I'm planning and all four of us will talk about things. I got things to discuss that Uncle Cobbenbutt don't need to hear about until they're happening or over."

"It shouldn't be all that bad. The Barony has never had much interest in that area because of its nature. Just means convincing Uncle that he's getting the best of the deal and you're doing him a favor." Yeah, that sounds like most Sidhe nobles.

A knock comes at the door and the Boggan returns bringing two trays with food and drink on them. One seems to be for Genny, with what foods he mentioned that she could get, the other for Chago and Kiersten.

Chago grins. "That's up to you to figure." he says to her, going more gruff and harsh in tone again. As the boggan comes in, he continues as if his sharp ears hadn't heard her approach. "I know I'm getting the better end. I get a place to live and lots of stuff to fight and eat. If you can figure how to make that easy hunting seem like something he don't want, more power to ya. I just know it's where I'd like to set up." Not that he'd be dropping some groundwork if the boggan is a spy or anything.

When the food is brought over, he leans over the plates and sniffs, tasting for the numbing medicine and for any poisons he's noticed locally with his gifted ability. Just in case.

Nosy? A boggan? Would that ever really happen...umm...okay, yes it would. Her ears perk as she sets up the food trays and she gives Kiersten a look before muttering. "RedCap setting up in these parts...can't be heard of. Bad enough to have it here with the dirty goat..." Maybe that should have been a softer mutter because Kiersten throws the woman right back out, slamming the door behind her.

The food is all right for the most part, the drink however is again over dosed.

Dirty... goat... Oh. She did -not- go there. "I think I'm in the mood for some shrimp." he growls to Kiersten with the sort of temper she's not heard from him in quite a while before he jerks his head toward the boggan and snaps his teeth. As the sidhe is ushering the untouched boggan out, Chago is muttering about one eye and misjudging distances, like he hadn't missed on purpose.

Once they're alone again, he's checking all their drinks and then gulping down most of Genny's for her and pouring Kiersten's over to fill the cup and dilute the medicine a great deal. Well, unless her drink is drugged too. Then things get interesting.