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[theravenboy]

[OOM: Back at Clwyd Farm, Bran warns Owen Davies and John Rowlands about some dangers of Milliways.]

Only twice, since the day a year and more ago when Bran and Will pulled the golden harp from the pleasant lake, has Bran Davies come to the bar without it. Always, when he enters the bar, Bran plays a strange high aching melody that sounds almost, but not quite, familiar. He plays that song tonight, as he pushes the front door open.

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[theravenboy]

Bran stares, shocked off-balance at last. " 'That merry wanderer of the night'? She has him? Then it will take everything all of us have, and more."

[gramarye1971]

He nods slowly. 'I sincerely hope he is the strongest of those she has taken. The Wild Magic, in whatever form, does not take well to being caught in the struggle between the Light and Dark. There is no small amount of risk involved in whatever we may attempt to do.'

[theravenboy]

"There is risk now, before we act," Bran counters.

[gramarye1971]

'True enough,' he says, though the exasperation in his voice also says 'thank you for pointing out the patently obvious'. 'But confronting her here will not be a simple matter. Even if the security staff are alerted to the situation, it will still require the Light's power to break the spells she has cast without doing irreparable damage to her victims. At this time of year, it will be more complicated than usual.'

His gaze flickers in the direction of the door leading out of the bar, toward the lake.

'And will require a suitable location from which to act.'


[OOC: Many thanks for the correction. *kicks self*]

[theravenboy]

Bran follows Merriman's gaze.

"I heard a wren singing by the lake, once."

[gramarye1971]

Half a year ago, it was, when the Light's power was at its peak.

'Outside the bar itself, we may deal with her as we see fit. With less risk of harming others, and without making ourselves personae non gratae to Bar security and staff.'

[theravenboy]

Bran nods.