The two look at each other, and you sense that they are a little agitated all of a sudden.<br/><br/>"The northwest is a biggins trading post... we got no troubles with them, though they've gone and ticked off the Dryads somethin' ferocious. But Impsies live in the north, and they're nasty little buggers." The grig shivers, and you can see the tips of Perlivash's wings changing color slightly. "We don't suffer 'em to come down here, no matter how many gifts they bring."<br/><br/>"And as to magic..."Perlivash grins and stretches his little body out, butterfly-like wings expanding to their fullest. "I'll be happy to show you a few tricks, but I'm still curious as to how you got out so far into the forests..."