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He'd come late. The people there had given him trouble before, but he'd been calling for Miss Chantico, shouting, and this time he would be making much less of a spectacle of himself, and having none of it if anyone single local decided to give him trouble.

As luck turned out, all the ruckus of the trades, and his discretion, prevented any such encounter, and he came, in short, to stop a bit behind the multiple scenes going on down by the docks.

Which led to one thing, that confused him extremely right at that moment, and was probably one of the last things he needed to see. The man was bound, maybe, and an elf, but she was running a hand down the back of a cut open shirt? Never mind the knife now. Rivven didn't even notice the other things going on in the area. Still a touch hard of breath from running there, his face started to twist, storm up, not knowing which sort of emotions to head towards; and then became extremely still, blank. Absolutlely level.

"Morgan."

He raised his voice only enough for her to hear as he approached, very much as devoid of emotion as his face.

"Hold on honey, I'm talking." she said in a rather strained voice "Let's see. Here's one kidney..." she slid the blade some "and that would be the other. Funny thing about immortality, it only applies to natural deaths. Isn't that right Daoin?"

"Mab preserved!" he flinched and felt himself nicked. And that was it, he felt it all spilling out "She's bringing it because while your insignificant little speck of a nation can produce nothing of value to us, it is a rather different situation for the youkai. We are now aligned with them in battle with the mortals to depose King Gallahad and his house. With their eastern brothers we may even be able to gain territory in the humans isles this time, so it's best we allow them some favors from time to time, under Mab's permission." sweat was starting to form, he knew she was more than capable of hitting something and callling it an accident "And no she hasn't bedded me! She's lain with others many times, and even that ungracious human, but won't with me. Mab knows she must want to, and I can't understand why she won't but she doesn't, alright?!"

This... had the makings of a very odd, confusing scene. But apparantly, it wasn't what part of his brain had shreiked madly of at first. He raised one eyebrow, inquisitively. Normally, he probably would have made sense of this before risking her decding to put a knife in someone, especially when she might have a reason or more to regret it later. But these were hardly normal circumstances for him. For the time being, he did nothing more than stand and watch. He honestly didn't know if he'd stop her if she put the knife in the man; he wasn't thinking about that very much right now anyhow. It didn't help that a small portion of his mind was forcibly elsewhere, and more precariously so than usual, even while he was used to it to some extent.

He didn't understand a darn thing that came from the elve's mouth at the moment, either, but filed it all away to ponder later, as was typical of him.

"Don't to be understanding." the Clootie was just about to weight the blade Quin had handed it when it noticed that Fay seemed very upset. Was that the blonde Faye up there that had joined it before?

At this rate it would never get that pig.

Quin simply shrugged; he had no fear for his life at the moment, even as she addopted her stance.

"Calm yourself. This is Morgan after all, and Morgan tends to do a few fool hardy things. Why Rivven is just standing there I'm not so sure. In any case if there's a set up it's by them."

Turning towards her the swords tip sat on the ground as he lightly leaned on it.

"Besides; what reason do I have to enslave you? You are truly the most interesting thing here in this place and I'd be dreadfully bored without contact from the outside world."

Some how he didn't really expect her to not try to kill him at this point though; but he would see what would happen before he'd swing a sword.

"Thank you Daoin," she took the blade away, and cocked her head, smiling, while she glanced at the smooth back one last time "I think that will be all from you. Now," she turned to her husband "Where's Yvain?"

A civilian man striking a civilian woman, yes, that would look awful to the Faye. And just served to piss her off more "That's enough from you, I'll help you if you'll keep your temper checked."

But he had struck her, so she made more of an incision rather than a outright slash on his right shoulder. It came at a downward angle to prevent uneeded bleeding, however she added this:

"Igratio"

Using this much magic in one day would hurt later, but her ki was stable for the time being. "That won't seal properly until tommorow. I want to talk with you later, so stop ******** up now."