Mercy had to admit, she was impressed with the house. There was something subtle, yet majestic about it. Her nose wrinkled as she worked out the miasma of scents around the place. Far too many people.

Well, Michael had warned her.

She hitched her bag over her shoulder and raised her hand to hit the doorbell and looked down at a soft clatter. "You are a pain in the tail, you know that?" The stick just sat there and was... stick like.

She picked it up and shook her head, then rang the doorbell. Irritating damned piece of Fae wood.