Love?  What did that have to do with sexual energy?  Some sort of human thing? 

Aisling had no idea what the Demoness was talking about.  Some sort of demonic power?

She should have gone out to patrol, like the other human.  And why wasn't he helping with this spell, if it was a human thing?

Aisling listened to the young mage with curiosity.  Fae worked magic, but it seemed to be very different than human mages.  Most worked with the magic they could naturally access.  It could take study to learn to work with it, of course, but it had everything to do with natural magic.  Her weapons had been created by a master armorer, and bespelled by him to come to her call and rest hidden in the shadows through her own ability.  She couldn't have made the weapons.  Well, perhaps if she had worked hard and had the desire to spend centuries at the forge, she might have brought out some talent to make her own weapons, but there were those who could do it better, and the Queen commanded.  Her healing ability was small, nearly useless, but it had been enhanced by one who was a powerful healer.  She had been tested for many talents, but she mainly had her two very rare abilities, so it was a waste of the Queen's asset to spend time working on anything other than physical and weapons training and using her Shadow Dancing to creep up on enemies of the Queen, unseen and undetected.

A sex spell...  that was not very Fae-ish at all.  Entrancing, alluring, Illusion, compulsion... those were very Fae.  All Fae could do Illusion to some degree.  The other things were not within her abilities.

Aisling frowned at the stranger's words.  She understood that they needed help.  Something about a creator who had put a limit on their life.  Well, most all humans were mortal and had limits, although four years did seem cruelly short.  (On the other hand, four years was better than centuries as a slave...  at least for many beings, that would be true.)

The strangers seemed to think 1) They were similar beings.  2) They could help.

Aisling was pretty sure both were fallacies.

Even the Demoness looked nonplussed.

The human mage had a point...  the Tavern always seemed to be busy.  Aisling had been able to rest somewhat in the world right before the girl and her machine, the cat, the very powerful bard, and others had suddenly rushed in before a slide.  But she had still been far too keyed up about hunters. 

She'd just sat hunched over her ale...  which was she was about to do now, as she stepped back into the barroom. 

She could see all too much of that awful glowing, stinking, over-grown town through the windows.  She shuddered at the amount of strange metals and the buzz of alien not-quite magic, and hoped she wouldn't have to go out there.  The last world with all it's undead would be more welcome to her.

Aisling thoroughly checked out the kitchen and larder.  There were some things that were totally alien to her, but otherwise it looked somewhat like the Taverns did in the human villages, although in a completely different style. 

She found a few cuts of raw meat in a bespelled cold cupboard, called her dagger and cut off a few small slices and ate them.  Not bloody enough for her taste, but she was too lazy to look for that fresher cut of meat the Demoness bought two worlds ago.

She washed off a crunchy orange root vegetable in an odd-looking basin, and made short work of eating that.  She cut a chunk of cheese and wrapped it in a freshly rinsed green leaf.   The cheese was bland, just how she liked it.  The greens, slightly spicy.  A nice combination.  It was maybe six or seven bites, but it filled her. 

The humans seemed to be making themselves a light repast.  It was not exactly food Aisling recognized.  Something on sliced bread, she guessed.  Humans seemed to eat somewhat similar things, even where she came from. 

She wondered if she was free to root through the larders?  She wasn't that hungry at the moment.  It took very little to nourish her, and the ale was good enough for a while.  But eventually she should seek something more filling.

Aisling wasn't sure why Red didn't want the big beastie inside the Tavern.  He'd come up from downstairs and had been in the barroom before he'd rushed out to attack the metal carriage. 

She also wasn't sure why the man had come in and left his woman upstairs.  If the Tavern slid while he was gone, he'd probably never see her again.

Not that the Demoness was that informative about much to do with the Tavern. 

She couldn't even begin to understand some people.

She sat down and waited to see what happened next.

Aisling got downstairs. 

Only the cat and the Tusked One at the door.  Where was the Demoness? 

This wasn't good...  It wasn't as if she was any better at handling the situation than the cat and Rikerg--and they were possibly two of the worst.