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"I'll be in the other room if needed," the older-looking ranger replied, picking his weather-worn hat back up as he watched Micheal in quiet interest. With much on his mind, Volpone turned back toward the door and made to exit from the vampires' quarters.

A charming smile came to his face. "But of course. Privacy is a priceless commodity in places like these. Sevensterre?" He made sure he heard the inn name correctly. He pondered for a moment and then nodded. "Yes I know the perfect place. There is a little place known as Owltree Tavern. They have private rooms you can reserve there and the owner is a member of our little group here so he would be more then happy to provide us with some of his food and drink I would think. I shall call upon him tonight. What time would you like to meet? Tomorrow evening sometime?"

"Oh how rude of me. My name is Muyer. Master Muyer that is. I run a textile and spice business between this and two other cities. Charmed to meet you." Otiian said as he stood and gave her a half bow. "It sounds like we have everything planned then. Tomorrow as the sun touches the horizon we shall meet at the Owltree then."

Lord Hanuvh remained quiet for a moment after the ranger left. He went over some details - minor things now - as to how the intended victim would be found. Swan feathers. Very prominent. It seemed like everything had come together, that all these years hadn't been wasted.

Certainly, it had been profitable. His small band of followers needed only a bit of encouragement and a few rituals here and there. He held the books. He knew the lore. He could live comfortably, bringing the small knot of kids into his fold and ensuring the next generation of the cult would be prosperous... and loyal.

But an actual individual, blessed by the Swan? That changed everything. Forget living out his days in comfort - he could be immortal.

"Keep an eye on the ranger," he instructed the adolescents, "She is dangerous, I have no doubt. Find out who she is, what her real name is and where she comes from, and what she knows about this servant of the Swan. Do not be seen."

They nodded. They were good at that. It's why he had picked them. They went, the meeting over, and he stayed there for some time later, mulling things over and looking at the illustration of one of his books.

A human, holding up a heart, freshly torn from the broken body at his feet, to a great swan, black as night and its wings filling the entirety of the drawing.

-Micheal shifted- 'Unfortunately I only caught the tail end. My loving brother still has issues with your friend. Couldn't focus much.' ' But.. by the looks as your random thoughts currently you might still need to explain a bit to me.' 'The man called Hanuvh seems to be too careful. He definitely has a goal, and forget Isley. You walk blindly by nothing but future tellings is only following the narrators plot of a story.' -He silence to let her think for a bit-
"Why is it stuffy in here?"

She shook her head at the minor disorientation that came with Micheal's voice and frowned. Not that she wanted it this way, but Isley was her only source on this 'weirdness' aside from these cults. And assuming she made it past the next few days, she was certain the woman wouldn't leave her alone now even if she married her to the Black Swan himself.

'No. Because I have no leads, I need Isley's... whatever it is more than ever now, Micheal,' she answered.

That or she might not need it at all if she didn't find someone to kill soon, but she hadn't told either vampire that.

'But as for the meeting, it was much shorter than expected. A handful of socialites, and over a handful of stripling adults from the streets. Caught their attention with Isley's information -and her gems- and have another meeting set for tomorrow eve.'

The ranger made quick turn past a street corner and continued on.

'Gave them the name of an inn, the Sevensterre, on the West side of town near the gate when they asked where I was staying. Heading in that direction now in case I'm being followed. One of the striplings mentioned that Lord Hanuvh was edgy with newcomers. This extra trek may make it longer for me to get back.'

'With Isley it's always about playing the cards right. I doubt anyone would know. Even the Swan...' she muttered in her head as she hurried her footsteps. She didn't want to be out on the open streets all night. If she could just spot a carriage...

'If there are any out there, I'm not planning on it being all night if I can help it.'

'I'm fine for now. And he will do NO such thing or I might have a mind to shoot him down myself... or at least pretend to,' Jay harshly joked hurrying down the street. She didn't have a bow after all.

Not seeing an empty waiting carriage, she did the next best thing and hopped the back of a moving one just about to pass her heading down the city street.