,, ...No. ,, She stares at him, suspecting that bringing him back would be a bad idea.

Grimalkin leaped between them, fluffed out to twice his size. His yowling screech jerked the man to a halt, and the bum's eyes widened in terror. With a gurgling cry, he turned and ran, knocking people aside as he fled. People cursed and looked around, glaring at one another, but none seemed to notice the fleeing bum.

"Imbecile norrgen." The cat sighed. "Disgusting things. Terrified of cats, if you can believe it. He was probably banished from the Nevernever at some point. That would explain his words to you, wanting you to send him back."

" so hes not just an insane hobo. Good to know. "

She rolls her eyes. "So have you remembered where to go yet?"

Grim didn't respond, only leading the way down the sidewalk as the sun set over the horizon and the street lamps flickered to life.

It was possible to get glimpses of fey everywhere, walking past them, hanging out in dark alleys, stealing over the rooftops or skipping along the power lines.

"Hurry up." She huffs.

Lise ignored them. It wouldn't do them any good if they noticed the trio.

Grimalkin led them down several more streets and suddenly stopped. Across the street, a two-story dance club, lit with pink-and-blue neon lights, radiated in the darkness. The sign proclaimed it Blue Chaos. Young men and women lined up outside the club, the lights sparkling off earrings, metal studs, and bleached hair. Music pounded the walls outside.

"Here we are," Grimalkin said, sounding pleased with himself. "The energy around a trod never changes, though when I was here last this place was different."

"....this is a club. Neither of us are allowed inside. "

Isiea stares at the place with visible distaste.