The artist wandered slowly after being passed by the fox and fairy, "no need to run when the ones you're chasing have left you in the dust" he thinks to himself as he continues to walk in the direction they ran. The artist stops when he sees a multitude of glowing faries hovering in the air, just up a head. as he gets closer, he hears faint wispering before one of the fairies flies off towards a near by cave. Baffeled by what is going on, he ducks into a bush, and watches...