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Robin Goodfellow

Arwyn considered herself a loyal servant. She did what she was asked, when she was asked. So when the order came in to track down The Puck, she did not hesitate. She was scared, of course. Everyone had heard the stories of The Puck's trickery and guile, his relentless cruelty even while still serving Lord Oberon and Lady Titania. It was known that his disappearance showed an unprecedented ability to bend the rules of Debts - through his tricks and wit, he had managed to escape his obligations to the Courts. Of course, in the eyes of Coyote, this was only further proof that he would make a good servant. And so, in the way the faerie lords do, he conducted his grand scheme in secret, sending agents out covertly. Arwyn wasn't sure he was as noble as her old master, but he was just as wise, surely. So she went on her way to find The Puck.   Her first real lead, two months into her time in the human world, led her into a cemetary. An old grave, somewhere in the vast gorges of the land the humans called Nevada. Despite how primitive they were, how disconnected to the aetherial realm, humans knew how to infuse power into a place. The bones of the ancestors spoke for themselves, usually. But with a little push, they could be made to do more than just speak. Arwyn, captivated by the sheer power of the place,


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