"Such plentiful gifts for those whom you deem worthy; and it is we who are accused of malicious feeding of our guests.  How droll."  The delicate seeming creature slowly let the gossamer veils slip from her face and hands, and wrapped it about her shoulders like a shawl.  "And what would you have of me to further your conquests?  I have little doubt I can provide some measure of....gifts....to further the Cause That Cannot Fail."  Crystal Words like Falling Knives knew full well that the mortal populace of creation could not resist the glittering shine of gold, the lovely allure of silver, the litter of gemstones.  Such baubles were meaningless to her; they were paltry things, crafted at a whim and delivered unto those who dared take gifts from her ilk.<br/><br/>The wealth which she possessed, a deep tariff of dreams and desires weaned from the stuff of the Wyld, were far greater in value than the troves of treasure that the foolish created believed were worth their lives and even their souls....