Grabble is forced to sit up in order to take the business card, which he does. He slips it into an inner pocket of his coat with a scoff. "Honestly, everything always has to be so mystical to you Fae. I'll take it I suppose and I'll see what I can do about the Sylph." He glances over at Virana and rolls his eyes.

After laboriously getting to his feet, Grabble gives the room another once over before he looks back to Virana. "You got anything else? Cause if not, I figure we might as well be on our way. I don't want this place to rub off on me too much. It'll already take hours for the smell to wear off." Again, the Goblin gives no hint about whether the comment is intentionally ironic.

Virana frowned slightly at Grabble behind his back at hos comments but turned to Luthreag as she spoke.

"It's been interesting meeting you Sir, and I hope you have a pleasant rest of the day."

Virana then stood up and moved towards the door but waited there for Grabble.

Grabble follows behind Virana, though he takes his time moving through the room. Once at the door, he turns back to Luthraeg. "We'll be seeing you for Thanksgiving then." He then opens the door and heads out.

Well, our two emissaries of the library have a couple of options now.

They can try to track down Breeze, or look for the next "invitee" on the Library's list.

Or they could catch up to the others at the show.

We'll go talk to the Sylph.

Normally, tracking down a Sylph is next to impossible, given that they fly over enormous distances, and being Fey creatures of Elemental Air, can blend into the sky flawlessly.

Fortunately, there is some Human designed magic that makes things much easier.  Cell Phone Technology, they called it.  Yes, there were a lot of problems, and Gremlins caused interference, but the Humans have gotten better and better at it.  It's become much harder for the Gremlins to cause any long lasting problems, though they claim responsibility for the Great Blackberry Outage of 2011.

Breeze is well known to the library, and considered one of the "friendlier" Fey out there but too busy to be a regular aid to the Library.  She has managed to integrate herself more into the mainstream Human world than most Fey ever can... or want to.  And of course, the characters have her number.

The Sylph is currently in a Pilates class.

"But," she says, "come by and we'll talk afterwards, it doesn't go long.  We can get Frozen Yogurt or something like that!"

It is downtown, on the west side, not too inconvenient.

On the way down from Luthraeg's, Grabble complains about the entire encounter. "I didn't like that guy much. Who thinks giving someone the name of a tailor is a good reward? I'd have taken twenty dollars to go invite this girl. Now I'm almost tempted to tell her not to come." He grins maliciously. "Probably tell her that creep is the one who wanted to make sure she showed up. I hate sending someone into a trap."

After they leave Luthraeg's building and finish the quick call to Breeze, Grabble turns to Virana with a look of disgust. "Frozen yogurt? Bleh." He starts heading back towards the entrance to the subway before he catches himself and turns back. "I suppose you'll want to move you car, but we'll never find a place to park it downtown." He looks up at her a raises an eyebrow.

Virana followed Grabble down and smirked at his complaints.

"He did seem like someone who has always gotten what he wants, and feels that everyone should feel privileged to even know him let alone be in his presence."

As they got outside and she listened to Grabble talk to Breeze and she smirked at his comment about not finding a spot for her truck in the part of town they where going and smiled as she headed towards her truck.

"Don't forget what Kitsune are known for."

she stopped next to her truck and smiled as it shimmered before in it's place was a black 1966 Olds Toranado.
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"I do make use of illusion now and then, and don't always tell all the truth unless asked directly. Also people tend to look out for my truck more then the cars so I tend to use the illusion that its my truck when it's one of my cars. And I loved the look on his face when I told him I was driving an old truck."

Grabble lets out a low whistle and walks around the car once. "Now that's a stylish ride." The goblin's grin is somewhat unsettling, but almost certainly sincere. "I got a big kick out of his reaction to that too." He walks up to the passenger side of the car and brushes off his trench coat a little before looking back to Virana. "Can I get a lift? I assumed you'd want to come along for the rest of these invitations. Hopefully the rest will be more pleasant."

"If I had intended to leave you behind and to do the rest of the invites on your own I wouldn't have lifted the illusion, but get in. Though I would preffer no smoking in the car."

After saying this Virana quickly unlocks the doors and gets into the drivers seat and smiles as she starts the car up and it does almost immediately and settles to a low rumble that to car enthusiasts would speak of good tuning and horsepower.

Realizing that he has been gesturing with the still smoldering stump of his cigar, Grabble tosses what remains behind him onto the sidewalk without so much as bothering to put it out. He brushes his hands on his trench coat and get's in the car. "Ahem, yeah of course. That's perfectly reasonable. Darn things smell like garbage and I hope Luthy can never get the smell out." The goblin's grin is an impressive blend of malevolence and glee.

Though he notes the sound of the engine, Grabble isn't enough of a car enthusiast to do more than note that it sounds impressive. "Alright, let's head downtown and see what Breeze thinks of old Luthy coming to the party." He appears to be physically restraining himself from putting his booted feet on the dash, which appears to be quite difficult.

Virana smirks as she pulls out into traffic and heads downtown, the car responding nice and smooth with very little outside noise or even noise from the engine being able to be easily heard, and even the bumps seemed almost nonexistent, truly marking the car as a luxury vehicle.She goes for a couple miles before she speaks up.

"If you feel under your seat there should be a thick cloth that you can put over the dash to protect it if you have to put your feet up"

Grabble grumbles something incoherent and shakes his head. "That would be even worse. I'd be putting even more effort into being considerate." Scratching under his chin, he reaches into his coat pocket, thinks better of it, and drums on his thigh as though trying to avoid touching anything. "Let's just focus on making good time. Maybe give a few pedestrians a scare if we get a chance. I don't ride in cars very often. New York cabs make goblins look cleanly." A fidgety goblin is probably an intensely amusing sight.

Virana finds that this new vehicle look blends better than the big truck, which might as well have "I'm not from around here" bumper stickers.  This one, to the locals, says "I'm from Howard Beach".

They take the West Side Highway, driving past the row of gleaming Trump apartment towers, the cruise ship terminal and the USS Intrepid as they go downtown to Battery Park City.

Battery Park City is not one of the neighborhoods the Fey folk prefer.  A relatively recent (1980's) neighborhood, it was built on landfill, extending Manhattan Island and pushing back the shallow water of the Hudson River.  It is an entirely planned development, owing nothing to time and nature.

Whether they realize or not, that is part of why the Fey generally don't like it.  They are more connected to the Earth than Humans generally are, and such a break from "natural reality" makes many of them uncomfortable.  It is also a neighborhood entirely brought about by plans on paper.  No funky dive bars, quirky little shops, or anachronistic historical leftovers here. Just clean lines and chain stores.  This, too, is not something the Fey find appealing.  And the people here all wear suits and work in offices.

 Breeze seems not to notice these things, and apparently revels in living a "serious" normal Human life, blending in with all the other normal Humans around her.

Like most of Manhattan, available on-street parking is more rare than True Faeries, and they are forced to park in an over priced garage.  Breeze doesn't think about these things- she doesn't own a car, and when she absolutely must be somewhere quickly, she can fly.  But park they do, and they find the "pilates studio" Breeze directed them to.  There is indeed a frozen yogurt store nearby.

A heavy, mature woman with a Bichon Frise passes them, and the Bichon Frise barks frantically.  Some dogs seem very aware of the Fey (all cats are) but with a dog like this it is hard to tell.  Some of them go berserk over anything everything.

Grabble isn't particularly familiar with the history of the Battery Park area or he might shake his head at the idea of turning a perfectly good landfill into such a clean and organized neighborhood. Once they've parked and found the yoga studio, Grabble bares his teeth at the Bichon Frise which really only serves to set the animal off more and earn a satisfying look of terror from its owner. The goblin looks as out of place in this area as he did inside Luthraeg's apartment building, but it gives him special pleasure to pull a fresh cigar out of his dirty trenchcoat and light it outside the yoga studio. If nothing else, he looks distinctive enough that he hopes Breeze will recognize him for what he is and approach them.

Virana muttered to herself about the cost of parking though a couple words could be heard such as illusion, fake, piece of junk. But she stopped muttering as the dog came by with it's owner barking at them, though she had to smirk at Grabbles reaction to the dog, before they get to the studio and she stand slightly apart from him as they wait for Breeze to notice them.

Breeze makes her appearance when she is done with her session.  The Veil does not have to work too hard to disguise a Sylph, and most of what the characters can see is what any mortal sees: a pretty woman with a very slim build.  In her real form, she has delicate wings, and her slim build is actually a little too slim to be real, and of course she has that Sylph's way of having a gentle breeze blow her hair regardless of the actual weather.  But the overall look, the pale skin and platinum hair, is the same.

She has never met the characters, but she knows they are involved with the Library.

"Hi!" she says happily.  "Did you have any trouble getting here?  I'm Breeze.  Is this about those odd little Christmas creatures?"

Grabble clears his throat and does his best to put on a winning smile, which does not work in the slightest. "Christmas creatures? Oh, you mean those gnomey fellows: the Nisse. No, this isn't about them. Or not exactly. We are from the library though." He clears his throat again and leans against the window of the yoga studio. He's clearly in no rush to head to the frozen yogurt place. "We're here to extend you an invitation from the Library to come to a Thanksgiving dinner."

Grabble clears his throat for a third time, but this time, when he resumes speaking he has apparently exhausted the extent of whatever politeness he seemed to have managed for the first part of the message. He immediately sets about making up for it. "I'm personally here to tell you that a snooty, full of himself Unseelie slimeball by the name of Luthraeg has also been invited. He told me that he'd take it as a personal favor if I saw to it that you attended. Unfortunately, I don't care to do favors for skeezes like him." Grabble looks like he's tempted to spit on the ground, but manages to restrain himself.

Virana smirks slightly at Grabbles comments before speaking up.

"I wouldn't necessarily call him a slime ball but he does seem full of himself, the thing I didn't care for was him trying to tell me what I should and shouldn't like. Just because we're all fey doesn't mean we all have to be cookie cutter versions of each other. But I suppose Miss. Breeze that comments like that aren't necessarily going to encourage you to come to the party. Or am I mistaken."

"All Unseelie are snooty and full of themselves," Breeze says.  "It is their way of being.  They are immortal, or nearly so.  They have powers, more so than most of us, and they have their good looks, and they think the whole package makes them better than everyone else.  If they didn't think that, they wouldn't be Unseelie, they would be Seelie.  I think the entire war between them is more or less an attitude problem."

"But, he wants me personally? I don't know whether I should be afraid or flattered or both.  Oh, but they say its not good to needlessly anger them.  Maybe I should..."

Grabble looks like he's in full agreement with Breeze about the nature of the Unseelie until she says that the Seelie are the opposite. At that point he looks like he wants to disagree somewhat strongly, but manages to contain the response to a scowl. When she says she's unsure how to feel about Luthraeg asking after her specifically, he does chime in. "Personally, I'd be grossed out."

In a tone of someone half talking to himself, Grabble continues. "As far as being safe, the normal circumstances will apply at the Library during the party, but a slimy guy like him only cares about propriety when it suits him. I find needlessly angering them to be something of a treat myself, but they tend to overlook Fae like me regardless." He shrugs and looks back at Breeze. "In the end, it's your choice. I just wanted to make sure you had the full story."

Grabble appears to struggle with something for a moment, looks up at Virana, back at Breeze, sighs, and continues in a disconsolate, grumbling tone. "Of course, I'd be happy to keep an eye out myself." He clears his throat again before adding hastily. "Only because I'm not a fan of snooty Fae like him though and because I get kicks out of tripping Fae like him up." Grabble inspects his nails intently after his statement.

"Oh it's at the Library!" Breeze said, sounding relieved.  "It's... well its safer, there.  No matter how much they might bluster, the Unseelie would never break decorum there.  Not there.  Have you worked for them long?  They are a strange... I mean, they seem so simple and sincere, but for Humans, they know a lot.  And they have a lot of power.  There's magic neither Seelie nor Unseelie really understand, and they are the ones among us who know magic the best."

She thought about it briefly, and added, "I think.. I don't associate with... with our kind as often I as I used to.  It's... hmmm..."

The frozen yogurt shop was empty.  This was not unusual, it was evening, and it was mid November, and with the recent cold weather few people had any desire for frozen dairy treats.  But Sylphs, used to soaring through the clouds, never felt cold.

Virana smiles at Grabble but keeps from chuckling before she speaks up.

"I can keep an eye out aswell, though I know few would trust any Kitsune, we can be trusted, and who knows I might even see about getting invites for some of my older siblings that are of a similar personality to me, together we'd make sure anyone causing trouble get horribly humiliated, and all without showing our hand in anything that happened."

Grabble nods gravely at the 'we can be trusted' comment. "For my part, I can't say I'd be subtle about interfering in any trouble, but that's for me to worry about." His mischievous grin returns. The goblin is perfectly warm in his oversized trenchcoat, but shifts uncomfortably in his surroundings anyway. Mostly, its the appalling cleanliness of the shop that disturbs him.

Puffing up a bit when Breeze starts to talk about the library, Grabble elaborates a little on his own story. "Oh yeah, it's at the library. Great establishment. It's a little too goody goody for me, but now that they've got me I can take care of the nasty stuff for them. I haven't worked for them long, no. I'm not from here originally, I'm from Chicago. Big cities tend to be pretty similar though and my people are adaptable." The frozen yogurt shop if so oppressive to his natural sensibilities, that he can't even bring himself to pull out a cigar to chew on.

As the Sylph deliberates, Grabble reaches into his coat for a cigar, gives up, and leans forward intently instead. "Look, from what I can hear, it's gonna be a real good time. The sorta thing you don't wanna miss. If the only thing holding you back is that skeeze, don't worry about it."

The Sylph's eyebrows go up at mention of "Kitsune".

"Oh, so that's... you're a Kitsune.  I've heard of them... I've even been to the Far East*, but I never saw one.  I've heard people talk about them a few times.  Umm... those are very pretty tails.  Is it hard to organize them all?"

Breeze stops.

"I am going off tangentally, aren't I?  But I still want to hear about Kitsune.. yes, yes, I will go the dinner.  I also want to see what the Unseelie are up to.  If Luthraeg isn't up to something now, he will be by then.  It's the way they are."

*Sylphs are known for long distance travel, which they accomplish entirely without the use of aircraft other than themselves.  They are also known to use somewhat dated terms like "Far East" because they have long lifespans.