She spent her time in a brothel in fact. After wondering around a few streets and picking up some simply supplies, such as fruit for the room and more stationary supplies, Stare found herself wondering about that strange acquaintance of theirs - Philomel van der Aart. The faun was the Matriarch of most of the brothels (the good ones) in Radasanth apparently, with power abundant and a firm reputation. Though her connection to Vitruvion and Stare came down to a case of her 'accidentally' getting taken into the Hollow by one of the other brothers, a sort of respect had grown between the two communities. Thus, Stare had decided to go to one of the brothels and speak with the whores to find for herself what it was like working under such a woman - such a faun.
Apparently very nice indeed.
When she got back to the hotel, the mage was dead.
Well not entirely dead, but he might as well have been. Perhaps it was understanding for what she had said, perhaps the mage had given up, but Vitruvion did not give an answer. He just told her as soon as she walked in.
"He's no longer moving," he grunted, slumped in the seat she had left him.
She blinked, her mood better than when she had left - though wavering now. "Oh."
Shrugging he waved a hand dismissively. "He is not entirely dead, but he is something called a coma. He will still be useful. I think I can access his surface thoughts with little difficulty."
"You think?" She rose her brow, still not coming further from the doorway.
Vitruvion raised his eyes and scowled at her with them. But not his mouth, likely it would be too unbecoming. "Did you get anything then?"
Pausing for a moment she took in the room, and its contents and found it pretty much the same when she had gone. The only thing missing was the dinner tray and that was natural in a busy grand hotel. Heading over to the table she hefted off her pouch bag and began to empty the fruit she had got - figs, dates, grapes and apples - into a waiting bowl.
"Hmm," the god reached for a fig. "Go anywhere ... Interesting?"
"I went to one of the faun's brothels," she replied, emptying out the stationary items onto the table. "Spoke to some of the women there ..." She paused. "Yeah they basically worship her. You were right to send that apology."
That 'apology' had in fact been in the form of Stare (and another agent of Vitruvion's) coming to help tell Philomel of her daughter's kidnapping at the hands of child slavers. Things had gone well, they had gotten her home safe as a collective and as far as Stare understood it, the daughter now lived with her.
Vitruvion curled his upper lip, "Well, at least we sorted out that mess. Idiot Hugin," he cursed the brother who had taken the faun to the Hollow. "Now to consolidating the information."
He gestured for Stare to take her seat again.
Carefully the kenku sat, removing her bag and coin purse. Then she looked at him again, the news of the mage's condition no longer upsetting her as it had done. Certainly she had had time to consider her own thoughts, pull the memories and realities together. In everything she had come to know that this was all for her benefit, that Vitruvion's determination to end these people was, at least in part, concerned with getting revenge for her. It held a soft pleasure within it, an appreciation that helped her to breathe easier.
"The mage gave me little before he gave up," Vitruvion said, "But what I did gain may be useful."
