Nurahi adds another word, even longer than the first to his instructions down the hole. Prepared this time Aeryn counts twelve syllables, with wide ranges in pitch. He then turns to answer the healer’s first question, “Eons ago, when the Unnatural Hill was still being built and the elves dwelt on the fringes of this wild forest, we had much to fear. Over time the elves tamed it, at least as much as they could. But before then let me tell you lassie, we did not leave our dens to idly flutter around, least we be snapped up by a beast of darkness and shadow,”<br/>It seems as if the pixie would happily continue, but two more of his kin emerge, interrupting them. One of the scurries over on pixie legs, his comic image enhanced by his attempts to balance a wooden tray on which rest four flat loaves of light brown bread each four inches in diameter and topped with honey. “I hope these are enough for you,” the fey apologizes, his appearance similar to that of Nurahi’s, save for his plainer, light grey garbs. The second pixie flies expertly towards you, demonstrating her skill as the four small glasses, pitchers to her, lose none of the red wine they are filled with midflight. This fey has dark blonde hair and is almost naked, strips of soft leather offering the scantest dignity possible. The two introduce themselves as Romof and Eetaki.<br/>Your original host continues to travel from tree to tree, addressing his fellow kin through holes in the ground or doors in hollow trunks. As he does this he continues his conversation with Aeryn. “The Golden Valleys, a vast desert, the first if you believe the tales of some, almost half a year’s journey to the east of here. It was the homeland to the Masters of the Smooth Mountains, but they say a race of sand demons wiped them out, as demons will. I never paid much heed to that part of the story until now, bleeding sand does strike me as an oddly specific trait,”<br/>“It is indeed strange,” Morgan speaks, still slightly irritated at Nurahi’s earlier tales at her own expense. “Our attacker may have seemed a demon, but Gerial from the Hill Fort said it was a creature of this world, and one more martial than magical. I trust the old man,” Bridget stays quiet on the matter, having not been there to witness it. Xen stays quiet, waiting for the pixies to move away slightly before voicing her concerns. “Are you sure we can trust them? Nurahi did attack us, and you can never tell with beings of magic,” her hand twitches towards her axe yet again.