They couldnt see them, except for one white-haired homeless man who cringed against a wall and chanted "Not here, not here," as they went by. But the darkness hid other things as well, like the goat-headed phouka who watched them from an alley across the street, grinning madly, and the redcap gang who trailed them through several neighborhoods until they got bored and went looking for easier prey. New Orleans was a faery city; mystery, imagination and old traditions blended perfectly here and drew scores of exiled fey to this spot.
(Does it still? xD)


Right. And that wouldn't be good.

(yeep. Ive seen some weird stuff walking home ar night back in the day)

Like the trio of them. Exiled fey.

Yeah. There's a lot of hungry sirens watching them. Many of them are so skinny that their ribs are visible.

(Oof)


The boys walked next to her, silent, watchful shadows, one hand resting casually on his sword hilt, the other just grinning. Everything, from Ash's eyes, to the chill in the air as he passed, to the calm lethality on his face, was a warning: this wasnt someone you wanted to mess around with. Even though he had been exiled and was no longer a prince of the Unseelie Court, he was an imposing warrior, still the son of Queen Mab, and few dared challenge him. Puck, on the other hand...heh.


They make sure to stay together

Well she was protected well.

After a while they reach a building. Camm heads inside without hesitation, and the two sirens guarding it don't question it.

But at the mouth of a narrow alley, the redcap gang they thought had given up appeared, blocking the exit. They were short and stout, evil dwarves with bloody red hats, their eyes and jagged fangs shining in the darkness.

The others try to follow

The sirens allow them to enter. Inside are rows of humans and fey, caged and seemingly under some sort of spell.

She stopped and stared at them.

They look for the king's daughter

Ash stopped and in one smooth motion eased her behind him and drew his sword, bathing the alley in flickering blue light. Puck stood next to Ash, a dagger in both hands.

For a moment, no one moved.