Ashs voice was quiet. "We should go." His tone was gentle but unrelenting. "The Iron Kings army is ready to march. We have to return the scepter. Theres not much time left."

She nods.

"We go to The Reaping Fields," said a familiar voice, and Grimalkin appeared, perched several feet away on a cardboard box. He gingerly batted a metal bug off the surface, where it pinged to the floor, before continuing. "All the major battles between the courts have been fought on those plains. If I were looking for the armies of Summer and Winter, that is where I would go."

She nods, "Are we leaving him here?" She asks, nodding down to Ironhorses body.

"I have no idea." Grimalkin twitched his whiskers at her. "Also, I am not coming with you."

She looks over at Grim, "Why not?"

"I'm going back to Leanansidhes." Grimalkin yawned and stretched, arching his tail over his back. "Now that we are done here, I will inform her that Virus is dead, and that the scepter is on its way back to the Winter Court. I am sure she will want to hear about your success." The cat turned, waving his tail in farewell. "Until next time."

She nods

"Oh, and if you do make it to Reaping Field, look for a friend of mine. He still owes me a favor. I believe you have met him before."

And with that cryptic message, he leaped off the box and wove gracefully through the scattered hordes of fey and metal bugs. Trotting behind a beam, he disappeared

She watches him go before turning back to Ironhorse, "I doubt we'll be able to take him back..."