~On the outskirts of town, an old house.~
Tristan smiles “Bring her out, lets see what we can do to entertain ourselves till our other guests arrive.”
The redcap Reaches in and Grimaces as Veronica bites his hand; he smacks her on the head dazing her and pulls her out. She looks a sorry sight, all her feathers askew, and many bent, her fur is matted with saliva and blood from a few scratches.
“What a sorry little thing you are, and such a strange pooka,” he pulls on her wings as the Redcaps hold her “A cat pooka with wings…” he muses. “Strap her down he says in a hard tone. “and some one fetch my bag.” She hisses and snarls, her eyes a feral orange. “I doubt at this point she can say anything, but it will still be, amusing.”
Make sure everyone ready, we should have a mortal joining us soon, and then her Graces retainers, look sharp, they wont be happy.