Unfortunately for Callisto, she seems to have misunderestimated the Fae. Fickle creature that they are, he decided that--because he liked Callisto-- it would be great to give her a bit of a ribbing. Even amongst the generally shy Brownie's, they had a fondness for making life difficult on each other, but never out of ill will.<br/><br/>Left alone, he had had enough time to slowly unwind the bindings around him, and removed the gag from his mouth. All of which, he first took the time to carefully fold up and lay out in a nice, neat pile out of the way, the whip carefully coiled in such a way, that what little noise he made he could dampen with his magic; I mean, how else do you thatch a roof when people are sleeping? Or sweep out the chimney? Or do anything that could be loud? You've got to keep things so very, very quiet.<br/><br/>It was just as Callisto was moving towards Erato that the Fae clung onto the pillar he had been hiding behind, and crawled around so that only his head was partially peaking out from around the corner, staring curiously at all assembled.<br/><br/>He maintains a fairly impish grin, and looks exactly like he wants so very desperately to say something, practically brimming with some sort of giddiness, but for now, he remains quiet. Still, it'd be hard to miss him, even if he did appear somewhat transparent.