Hearing the racket the ensued upon him agreeing to pay their toll, he was instantly aware that he had made the right decision – the cries echoing out from each and every direction around them proved that they were indeed well and truly surrounded, that this was no spell cast to mask the true amount of fae that surrounded them.<br/><br/>‘So kind of you…’ he commented as the chieftan spoke of collecting quickly so that they might be on their way. The fact that they were so quick to do so made him wonder if their realisation that their magic’s had led them in this direction meant that something far worse was nearer than the little fae would like – something that could possibly be used to their advantage, but most likely could prove even more dangerous than their current company.<br/><br/>Breaking from cover like a swarm of insects, there was a sudden fluttering and almost buzzing of activity in the air – as if someone had thrown a rock at a nest of wasps only the result in the angry little creatures bursting forth in an attempt to protect themselves. Parne idly wondered for a moment if the little fae would burst under foot in much the same way – feeling a little disappointed that he didn’t have suitably sized swatting device to hand with which to test this theory.<br/><br/>Watching the swarm make a straight line for Tara, for a moment Parne thought to attempt to fight them off – until he saw the way they managed to immobilize the girl with such ease. Perhaps now was not the best time for heroics – while he was quite certain he would prove to be stronger than the girl, the fact that she had been restrained so easily did not bode well. Best to play along, and see where the game led…<br/><br/>‘We have our reasons… they don’t tend to have a thirst for our blood for one thing’ he said sarcastically in reply to the little chieftan as he watched her hover over Tara’s pinned down body, his gaze following her without blinking as she flew towards him only to be joined by several rather heavily armed fae creatures. Sure, their weapons looked rather tiny and almost cute, but he was in no doubt that they would hurt all the same.<br/><br/>‘I think I’ll undress myself if it is all the same to you’ came the reply as his hands set about removing his clothing from his body, starting with the dull black walking boots upon his feet which his long fingers unlaced with little problem. Kicking them aside, he opened the silver clasp that held the long grey cloak around his shoulders – letting it slip from him to the forest floor before his fingers moved to the laces at the neck of his plain grey tunic. Tugging that over his head and off of his body, he revealed his rather toned upper body – the physique of an Olympic long distance runner perhaps, lean and defined, before his fingers went to the waistband of his pants.<br/><br/>‘Try not to be afraid Tara – if we give them what we want, they will be bound to let us pass’ he said as he slid the pants down his thighs, stepping out of the fabric as it pooled at his feet to leave him standing naked before a considerably sized audience. Not quite how he’d had this journey planned…