Henri and Niklas returned from the basement, to find the rest of the group still in a standstill about how to approach the red court. "Maybe we put it to a vote," Lonnie chimed in from the corner. "Wanna go for it debate-style?" the boy smirked, hopping up on the register. The young changeling puffed himself up dramatically, pounding a hand against the counter like a gavel. "Gentleman, you each get 30 seconds to state your case and 30 seconds for rebuttal.""Oh I don't mind how we do it. I obviously trust Henri's potion making skills and I wouldn't be working with the good warden if he was untrustworthy or a bad guide. Where exactly is she?""In a warehouse, surrounded by Reds." Niklas reached into his pocket and pulled out the older blasting rod. He held it in the light, looking it up and down, remembering the hours he had spent in his youth, carving and shaping it, finding the natural form hiding in the branch. He closed his eyes... and tossed it to Lonnie. "Here, catch. And don't lose it. I won't be making you another.""Then I vote the Nevernever. The reds will be less likely to hear us then.""There's no guarantee that the Nevernever will have a portal near the nest, or that it will be easy to get to. We could spend 20 minutes walking through it and come out 20 years later. Naw, I say we waltz in. We can take the leaders out. No leaders, no guidance. Most of them looked like they would cave if not given any direction anyway. A few sunbombs from our potionmaster, or flashbangs i got squirreled away should give us an upper hand."Lonnie had been quiet for a long moment, his eyes darting between studying the blasting rod in his hands and studying the old Warden. "If my mother has a deal with them, she likely knows the paths to get there through her domain." His grip on the stick tightened. "If it's all the same to you guys, I'd rather not run into her on her own turf.""She's evil, but she's clever. She's playin' another angle on the whole shebang. It would make sense that if she's leading us there to kill these Vamps, she'd cut off the back way to keep them boxed in. However, that reveals the uncomfortable truth that while we are working for the white court, she's manipulating us into her desired result.""Of course she is, that's what the Fae do. Right? By the way, Flashbang won't kill a red court. I'm not even sure it would effectively stun one. We need actual sunshine to do damage. Let me see what I have for that." Henri disappeared into his store room for a moment. When he returned, he carried two small woman's compacts: one a pink clam shell; the other a sleek black number. "Here we go. I just made some potions with some of my stock, but I've go two left." Henri stuck the clam in his pocket and set down the other. "No one open that till it's pointed at a vamp. You'll have to be sort of close, I would think. I haven't actually used one, though. So I don't really know how effective it well be."A lull fell over the group as they all though to themselves."Sebastion, grab the other compact. You are our best in fighter and we don't want to waste these things." Abe turned to Lonnie. "What is your mother capable of?" Abe didn't say that as if he were joking or mocking Lonnie's fear. Abe sounded... concerned. Worried maybe? "We need to move fast and if she's going to simply try to kill us, we can fight through it. If she can slow time in her domain, or torture us for centuries, we really can't take that risk. I'd rather fight prepared reds than lose a millenia or two and let Abby down."