You don't have to wait long... You step away from the coins, and two small forms come zipping out of the brush, each one pouncing on its own shiny coins.<br/><br/>"Aye, thank ya fer the giftsies, Biggins." The chirpy voice comes from a cat-sized faerie, who seems to be half nude elf and half cricket. Her hair and her insectoid lower body are the same chestnut color, and her eyes are big and as black as pitch.<br/><br/>"Yea... A few more, and I could start m'own hoard..." The second voice comes from a tiny orange-and-blue dragon, whose large butterfly wings flap idly as he bites at the coin.<br/><br/>Satisfied with your gifts, the two look up at you and smile idly.<br/><br/>"Hope yer not sore abou' that little bit a sport there... No harm done, aye?" The little faerie gives you a bright grin, shrugging her shoulders. "What's an elf doin' out in the Stolen Lands, anyways?"