Ring ring!

Signe: *click* "Yeah?"

"Hey Signe, it's Nat. I completely forgot to tell you what I came over for originally." She takes in a deep breath. "I know you're busy, so I'll dump and let you ask questions later. Anyway: at the Revel I went south with Megan's group, right? Well, we flushed a stag and took it down, no problem. Only there was this weird guy on horseback. Cutter spotted him. After the stag was gone Megan and some of the others trailed him to a stream, where he completely disappeared. Squat-all scent for like two miles upstream and down. They found a couple of arrowheads - not arrows, just the heads - in a tree near where Cutter first saw him. Me, I figure somehow he was hunting the stag - yeah, in the Umbra - and we stole it from under our noses. Not being stupid he didn't interfere with a pack of wolves. He's probably not happy, though. I wouldn't be."

Signe listens to the long one-breath story, and it takes her more than a moment to let it sink in. "Huh," is all she said. "I'm...no theurge. what did they think?" she asks.

Natalie's answer is a snort. "Hell if I know. Megan just told me to spread the word. So, I'm spreading. You're practically the first person I've seen since I got back. Soon as I see a Theurge I'll ask 'em. How's Junior settling in?"

Signe grunts. "Thanks Nat," she says before moving on to the next subject. "He seems...almost relieved. If that makes sense. I dunno. we'll have to see how thick his head is." It's kind of a joke, but kind of not.

"Just keep him from the macho crap that threatened to break up the Moot and everyone'll be happy. Well, that's all I had to say. I'll let you get back to him. Go ahead and give him my number if you think it'll help."

Signe grates out a laugh. "Nat, that's like saying keep the blonde hair out of our men. It's genetic. But, I'll... see what I can do. Yeah. and, thanks. For everything today. i'll call you later."

"You bet." *click*

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