The Fae remained quiet as he could be behind the throne, a place he felt to be quite safe. Of course, that did not stop him from properly cowering as voices became louder and angrier and people threatened to do things that were not nice in the least.<br/><br/>Quietly, he fiddled around with the chain and collar; but, of course, such a thing was not just exquisitely made, but well enchanted, too. No cantrip of his was undoing it any time soon, though it certainly didn't stop him from trying; especially when the transformation began to undertake the queen.<em>Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, not good, bad things, definitely not good, I should flee right about now...</em>ran his thoughts.<br/><br/>If he could, the Brownie would most assuredly find itself amongst the tide of fleeing imps and demons. But alas, chained to the throne, all he could do was cower and quite literally conjure up some wax to plug his ears, in some vain effort to avoid the most un-sanctimonious ululation he has ever had the displeasure of hearing.