Hulwen reached out with the natural enchantment that flowed through his blood, weaving a net of lullaby and dreams to cast over Fíon. The korred blinked once, twice, a wry smile spreading across his face even as his eyelids drooped ever lower. "Ah...damn...nice...trick."

With a loud thunk and sploosh, Fíon tumbled over into the tub, face down in the thick slurry your wrestling match had produced. The Blackberry Brigade surged forward, pulling the both of you from the ring. A bucket of water, surprisingly cold in the summer dusk air, was tossed onto the both of you. The sudden drenching served both to wash the sticky residue off, and to wake Fíon from his unnatural slumber. Springing to his feet, the stocky fey shook himself dry like a dog, chuckling to himself. "Well done, Hulwen, well done. A victory earned, though you're a tricksey one and make no mistake." Two comfortable looking wooden chairs are brought out, and as Fíon took his seat, the other members of the Brigade quickly found themselves somewhere else to be. The two of you have been given privacy, as the sun began to rise higher in the sky, not-quite-sunset giving way to not-quite-sunrise.

"So. What do you want to know about Baba Vissna?"