She glances around, smiling brightly. "I love this!" She speaks, suddenly jumping up to the power line and dancing along it, following Grim from above. "This is so fun!"

Grim rolls his eyes. He 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."

She hops down, landing gracefully beside Grim and Lin. "It's quite loud."

"All right. The trod is inside of the dance club..."

Lin stays quiet.

(What's the trod?)

"Let's get this over with." She sneers.

(Ah. A trod is a gateway to or from the faery world)

Grim trotted up to the club but not before asking Lin: "Can you use your glamour yet?"

She shakes her head.

Grim sighs. "All right, then." He approaches the club

She follows.