4. Dare You Make This Bargain?
Of all the things you discovered in the Lodge's upstairs library, the Unseelie recruiting poster freaks you out the most. You recall enough Fae lore from your childhood to know the Night Court sounds terrifying, an entire army of them doubly so.
You find the cait sith lounging in the high branch of a tree and beckon him down, holding the recruiting poster up for him to see.
Pangur Ban stretches out a single claw and skewers the page while he phases almost entirely to a gaseous state before solidifying. "Oh, my mortal friend, this is most certainly the center of the proverbial storm. The Unseelie became extremists united in their loathing of humanity and their belief that the dark gentry are superior to all others. That they are recruiting here does not bode well for your kind."
You swallow hard.
"The crowd is thinning at the bar, wait for me in the library while I attempt to get the witch to read me. You'll get those pages when Selina and I conclude our chat."
There's something off about that cat. Aside from the obvious. You decide to remain close to that bar and go on your own personal information gathering operation.
You find a place at a small unoccupied table against the wall, far enough from the feline, but close enough to eavesdrop. The hair on the back of your neck prickles. A quick glance over your shoulder reveals the cloaked figure seated alone at one of the tables ringing the largest tree, shadowy cowl facing your exact location.
The sooner you can get out of this place the better.
You shift in your seat in the corner of the Lodge, thankful the cloaked figure has moved on. Well, at least Pangur Ban wasn't lying. It seems all he did really want was a reading. The Cait sith pops into a puff of smoke, and you scurry into the library.
"Well, well, my human friend," The cat's grin covers his entire face, "It looks like it's off to Aruba for me."
He sails a low circle around your shoulders. Wisps of magical smoke tickle your nose and you wonder if there would be ill health effects from inhaling cait sith vapors. Will it solidify in your lungs into a bunch of black fur and suffocate you?
A book materializes. "As promised, your reward. Since you discovered that Unseelie Army recruiting poster, I guessed you’d want to know more about elves. May this knowledge serve the highest good."