<strong>Tiny Threats</strong><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Two... one..."</span>with a great bubbly<strong>pop</strong>the champagne canon fired. The cork rebounded off a firm adventurer body, and a second later so did the pixie steering it. This hadn't done nearly enough to decide the battle, and with dandelion stems proving inadequate to restrain adventurers, the initial assault was rapidly losing steam. Pixies repelled by the swarm before the terrifying wall-eyed visage of Kaea's summoned pet. Soon the attackers only outnumbered adventurer three to one, and two to one. Even the bravest pixie ceased prodding Zebbie's softness with ineffectual weapons and gave up the fight.<br/><br/>In regrouping they moved like glittering cinnamon swirl, picking up stragglers on the wine rack and up in the rafters, waving and rejoining like an indecisive flock of birds. Four pixies flicked or cork-strewn lay groaning on the cobblestones, trivial to collect. One wrestled with a gecko tongue. Fifteen were still at large.<br/><br/>The fifteen took refuge in an overturned bucket with a hole in the bottom, Ishi's project for a rainy day. Through the rusted pit of a window, a pixie addressed the adventurers. A tinny echo helped to enlarge her voice.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Ohh, you'd better not! If you eat any pixies, a thousand- no, ten thousand more will come while you sleep and tie your hair to your bedpost!"</span>There were whispers in the bucket. A new plan was being hatched.<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"And we won't stop coming until you leave this place!"</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">"Also the lizard's got to go!"</span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Yes, no lizard funny business. Mice <em>may </em> be welcome in our new court. We'll discuss it."</span>