When she didn't answer, Nick smiled. The drug he had slipped her last night worked. 'She won't feel a thing," Nick thought to himself as he climbed up the tree. Nick had cut off many fairy wings before - he was a notorious criminal throughout the Moor for doing so. And he always left a card with his signature on it - a picture of a butterfly with only one wing. He took out his dagger and began carefully cutting the wings off. When he was finished, he healed her wounds with black magic, left his card, and flew off.