Who: Viren, Everett, and Myr
When: Backdated to Feouveuer 10th, in the evening
Where: The mansion of one (1) very eclectic Witch.
What: Everett and Myr are invited to a very strange dinner party. Things escalate quickly.
Warnings: Mind control, Cwyld infection, Resident Viren

[Infiltrating the Evergreen Circle hadn't gone so well for Myr's nearest and dearest.

As of the night before Alder's promised "initiation," Viren had been suborned by the cult's magic, Hector had vanished, Everett was nearly implicated in a kidnapping he'd broken up, and Myr--

--the less said about Myr's problems the better.

The oddly elaborate invitation that showed up on Everett's doorstep earlier that afternoon was only the weird icing on the terrible cake. One Judicael Buckley, making himself out to be "a friend and caretaker of your Dragon," humbly requested both Fauns for a private dinner party on the eve of their initiation into the Evergreen Circle. Would they do him the honor of attending?

Given an opportunity to spring Viren from captivity, could they really not attend?

So: Here they are in Buckley's absurd pile of house, an overgrown and furniture-infested rambling half-ruin full of architectural mistakes and bad lighting. The fact it's apparently been abandoned by all but the master of the house and handful of his servants does nothing for its eerie air.

Myr lets his ears droop as they pass another echoing corridor on their way down the interminable hallway to the dining room. His fingers tighten on Everett's elbow and he lowers his voice to not be overheard by the servant leading them:]

Any sign of our missing Dragon yet, dearheart?

[While he's not optimistic about their chances of breaking the compulsion spell without a Witch's direct help, there's four different varieties of counterspells on paper slips in his satchel and a prayer to the Maker in his heart. They're going to make this work.

They've got to.]