Smart boggan. After all, he's supplied them something interesting and aimed them at the folks they want to beat up so, they're not about to let him go until they get there. "Probably is. He hadda get that new satyr somewhere. What better way to screen out the wusses from the folks with enough balls to check out something weird? Then he can check out what he's got in that pocket in a pocket shit and keep the shit that's worth it. Wonder if he's hauled in some sidhe ass to work for him?" Chago rubs his chin thoughtfully then calls ahead "How much longer? We been walking all damn day."

The boggan trundles around a rocky outcropping, gesturing for them to follow. "Right here!" Ask a question get an answer, though it might not be a good one.

Coming around the corner does show a strange sight indeed. There's a bubble of sorts that seems to have been pushed right into the rock wall. The dome of the thing is huge and shimmers with strange glamour, something murky and 'off'. It's not a pleasant place no matter whether you are feeling seelie or unseelie. Eric issues aside, this stuff shouldn't even exist here...how it holds in the dream is anyone's guess and may be a good question for later. The vision seen through the bubble shifts continually, sometimes showing the granite wall that it should be, and then shifting to show a large room, the lights dim and the feeling about it ugly and harsh. Another shift shows deeper into the room where a familiar troll sits on a large chair, dangling an unclad female on each knee, absently slapping a belt against his shin.

Genny frowns, not touching the bubble, but not please either. "I don't like this. Not at all."

Chago nods his head as he moves about, eyeing the odd bubble and scowling once more. "Me either." he agrees before turning and snapping a hand out to catch the boggan's collar as the little fellow tried to sneak away while they're distracted. "You said your pal walked right up and touched it." he checks as he moves a bit closer, dragging the boggan with him and listening intently as he moves. "That's when the shit happened, right?"

On the boggan's confirmation, he flicks his eye to Genny and then right back to the bubble, silently asking the question 'should I?' s his arm tenses, ready to shove the poor terrified boggan right into the bubble to see what happens if she says yes.

Genny eyes the bubble, resting her hands on her hips. "Does it still look like when yer buddy touched it?"

The question is important. It might be the difference between getting shoved into the thing or not for the boggan.

A pause and the boggan shakes his head. "We didn't start seeing these things until after he touched it. I don't know what will happen if we do again. Please...don't..."

"Sorry...but we need ta know, an' better you than me." She nods to Chago. "See what happens."

"Sucks to be you pal." comes from Chago at about the same time the shriek begins from the boggan. It only took a moment to realize just how bad things are getting for him. "Tell your buddies we'll try and get 'em out if you see 'em." the redcap adds as he all but throws the boggan toward the bubble and then backpedals in case it grows with the contact.

He doesn't look away though, and he tries to listen too, trusting his ears even more than his eye.

The boggan partially stumbles partially flies through the air, slamming into the bubble with a scream and a meaty thud. He doesn't pass through, but his fae mein flickers, showing a kid in ripped jeans and tennis shoes with tussled brown hair. As he falls back his boggan appearance returns and he curls up, whimpering.

In the scene, Eric looks up at the sound, a frown crossing his features and he pushes the girls off his knees. Why ask nicely when you can just shove? He stalks towards the back of the room, where the bubble wall would be peering at it and cussing.

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"Get that satyr in here!! I can't see shit, but I heard something. He said this thing was warded. Something passes through and it's his ass on a plate! And bring that woman he likes too...see if we can't inspire him to greatness." One of the girls, likely a kinain staggers to her feet, grabbing a brief satin robe and running for the door, relaying Eric's orders.

Chago can't help it. He moves forward toward the bubble with a smirk. Not too close, but definitely closer than he was. "Front row seats." he murmurs before licking his lips. "Wonder if he'll hear us as good as we hear him?" he muses as he picks his exact spot, right in the path of Eric's gaze. He wants to be the first thing seen when the satyr arrives, if that view works both ways. His eye flicks about, looking for Theo as well as looking over the room. "Think I should shout to him?" he asks then, still staying very quiet.

"Not yet."

Theo, one of those who left with Chago, a friend once, but not so much now - arrives as a matter of course, escorting a Wilder aged satyr and a young sidhe woman wearing an outfit that would make a stripper proud...or maybe jealous. Theo shoves the satyr forward, the woman having grown up a bit since leaving Kink, a harder edge to her now.

The satyr tumbles forward and Eric catches him by the horn holding him up to the bubble wall. "What is going on out there?!?" It's a demand and as the satyr stares at the wall it's obvious that -he- can see through it, his eyes widening as he sees Chago.

"Ummm..."

Chago watches Theo for a long time. Almost too long. Then he registers the satyr's pause and rips his attention back into the right place. One hand lifts and he carefully lays a finger across his lips in a shushing gesture, then points to the boggan-ball, like he's directing the wilder in what to tell about. "He don't look like the one was following us." he says to Genny softly. "And that sidhe bitch looks new." He looks back to the satyr then and points to Eric before lifting a hand and displaying the Gauntlet.

How else is he going to tell the satyr what he's got planned? Got to see if there's already a weak link in Eric's group.

The boggan looks up now, and that gets even more expression than the hope that Chago and the Gauntlets do. The boggan catches his breath. "What have they done to Arianna? She never...dressing like that. Her father would kill her. And Shova...chained." Which is true, thin metal bracers and a fine chain binding the goat. Apparently, this is what his friends became.

Genny's gaze moves between Chago and the satyr, caught by the chains and she frowns, anger entering her eyes.

Eric shakes the satyr again and the man catches his breath. "It's nothing, sir. It's holding the way it should. Just some childer that bounced into it. He can't see anything. Your secret place remains secret."

"It'd better." Eric growls the words, and there's a sharp snap as his discarded belt flicks across the sidhe woman's shoulders, Theo wielding the belt. Yeah...she's become something scarier.

"Stop! Leave her alone. It's holding. Only your 'family'..." And the word is nearly spit. "Can pass."

Chago reaches up to trace fingertips over the tattoo on his scarred cheek, where the Black March logo has an X through it. It's a thoughtful gesture and he flicks a glance at Genny. "Wonder if we'd count?" he asks her softly. "We was March." Was being the operative term, mind. Then he looks back to the satyr and nods sharply before pointing at Eric again and licking his lips. "He's mine." He says very softly, but with careful movement of his lips to be clear for the satyr to see.

At last, he steps back a little. "We'll get 'em back for ya." he tells the boggan. "Me and that troll got some history to settle and I'll get them for you when we settle it." Then he looks at Genny. "Bastard is gonna pay for doing that to Theo too. She mighta been a junkie sand worm, but she was alright." Yeah, Theo is -stilll- a blind spot for Chago. Even knowing what he does, he's blaming Eric instead of her.

Genny shakes her head, gesturing towards Theo. "Look at her face, new tats..." Which is true, a new date and a new shape carved into Theo's features and likewise Eric's arm. "Though...there are other possibilities." Yeah, she's got something in mind, her brain spinning. She doesn't comment on Theo, not yet. It's not a discussion that's going to go well at this point and there are still so many other things to deal with.

She turns with him, reaching down and helping the boggan to his feet. "We should go. Plans ta get made. There has ta be a way ta Wayfare in there. We jus' have ta find it."

Chago gives a slow nod. "Yeah. I see the marks. Shoulda known he'd cover his ass like that. He's brought the March everywhere he went though. He's gonna change the marks though. He ain't one to hold to anything that don't work for him."

Theo comments are ignored as he nods slowly to the rest. "I got a look at the place now. Maybe I can scry it when we go back. I do that, and I can get exactly where it is. Then I got his ass. He'll have the door guarded, but he can't know what wall I'll walk in through. Then he's screwed. I just gotta have that one better look around."