who: Shati Pac and her Plague Fillin(?!), Lord Yizhaq [and his Plague Hayat?]
where: Lord Yizhaq's Shyregoed Estate/Fortress
when: March 30th, mid-afternoon


It seemed that every new day netted a new set of issues to overcome. At the moment, Shati was nearly collapsing with worry and unnecessary stress. Fillin had traveled out one night, as he was wont to do, but when he had returned he did not seem so much himself any more. In fact, the young man claiming to be Fillin seemed... entirely human. He was shorter than the lost farmer, paler and with a wild thatch of hair, and only seemed to get angrier with each insinuation that he was not who he said he was. Shati's options seemed clear. Either she should find some help, or leap from the highest window and let this whole terrifying ordeal be over with.

She was leaning toward the former.

Lord Yizhaq was, of course, a sought-after man in his own home. He was the one in charge, their protector, and Shati certainly believed a knowledgeable man when it came to their current situation. She had done some ruminating in the courtyard before beginning her search for the man. She approached him with her hands wringing at her waist and spoke softly.

"Milord?" she asked, "Do you have a moment to speak with me?"

The man who claimed to be Fillin was silent, but very present. He stood beside Shati, his Grimm whether she liked it or not, with a hell of a frown and a glare. Perhaps if anyone was going to know what was going on, it would be the Lord Yizhaq. He hoped, at least, that the accusations would end, and he could go back to lazing in their private quarters from which he was currently banned.