She rolls her eyes, "Yes I walked! Gosh Grim, give me some credit."

Grimalkin turned to groom his hindquarters. "I brought you here as a favor for someone else. You will have to take your business up with him. And, if you would, remind him that he now owes me a boon, since I wasted a perfectly good Summoning on you."

"Will do. Now where is this guy?" She muttered, annoyed.

"HE MEANS ME, CLAIRE CHASE." The thunderous voice shook the ground, and the smell of burning coal drifted over the breeze. "I ASKED HIM TO CALL YOU HERE."

Something stepped out from behind a hut, a monstrous horse of blackened iron, with burning red eyes and flames smoldering through the holes in its belly. Steam billowed from its nostrils as it swung to face her, huge and imposing and terrifyingly familiar. Ironhorse.

She groaned and glared at Grim, "Darn you, cat." She glanced at Puck before leaning against a tree. "What do you want?"

"STOP!" Ironhorse bellowed as Puck immediately pulled out his dagger, shoving Claire behind him. "I DID NOT COME HERE TO FIGHT, ROBIN GOODFELLOW. PUT YOUR WEAPON DOWN AND LISTEN TO ME."

"Oh, I don't think so, Rusty," Puck sneered, as he began backing toward the edge of the village, pulling Claire with him. "I have a better idea. You stay there until we get to Oberon, who will rip you apart and bury your pieces so far apart you'll never get put back together."

She gently took Pucks hand off of her before stepping towards Ironhorse. "Hurry up and say what you need to say before I'm dragged away."

He shifted his weight, gears clanking and groaning. He might not be attacking, but the last time they were together, he had nearly killed Ash.

Ironhorse lowered his head in what was almost a bow. "THANK YOU, CLAIRE CHASE. I CALLED YOU HERE BECAUSE WE HAVE A MUTUAL PROBLEM. YOU SEEK THE SCEPTER OF THE SEASONS, IS THAT NOT CORRECT?"

"You are correct, what of it?" She muttered.

"I KNOW WHERE IT IS," Ironhorse continued, swishing his tail with a clanking sound. "I CAN HELP YOU RETRIEVE IT."

Puck laughed. "Sure you can," he mocked, as Ironhorse snorted and pinned his ears. "And all we have to do is follow you like eager little puppy dogs, all the way into the trap. Sorry, tin can, we're not that naive."

Ironhorse snorted. "DO NOT MOCK ME, ROBIN GOODFELLOW," he said with a blast of flame from his nostrils. "MY OFFER IS GENUINE. I DO NOT SEEK TO MISLEAD YOU."