Swallowing her spoonful of stew and licking her lips, Ianthe smirked. "I do like to collect favors." Amongst other things. "And something so valuable as yours might just be cherished."

Especially if Peony was bound by the same fairy shit Sweeney was. She did say she was a fairy thing, right? Regardless, she served the fairy queen and probably lived a fairy code even if she wasn't. She felt non-human, at least. Close enough.

"The gambling den is in the basement of the tavern. Don't mind the bloodstains on the floor. There used to be a fight club using it before Nikolai made arrangements to use it."