Kel: Anyway, so, back to where we started last time. The fetch agrees to talk to Fyre if she comes in alone, unlocks the door, and Fyre can hear her backing away. She enters aaaand... Kel: The fetch is inside, holding up a far-too-large pistol at the door a bit shakily. She's dressed in a nice outfit. "... what are you here for?" Fyre: "...I'm here to pick up one thing that is important to me. That's all." Kel: "Pick up something?" The barrel of the gun stays pointed rather squarely at Fyre's chest, but it's wavering a bit--she's either nervous or just not a good shot. Or both. "What is it?" Fyre: "A rosary. My real dad gave it to me." Her hands are out to the side, in the universally recognized expression of 'please to be not shooting me, I wish to talk.' Kel: The fetch hesitates for a mo