"Entirely," Frost replied, to his question, sounding completely unsurprised by the turn of events.<br/><br/>"Of course, Lord Murphy," she said with a smile, leading the while while he attends to the lord's minor wounds. Surprisingly, he hardly needed the healing spell, as the wound was already closing fairly quickly, before his eyes.<br/><br/>Outside, there's a large array of mismatched forces, sitting on the lawn. At least three individuals are clearly leading the group; one a tall, thin, elfin figure, riding on a pure white stag, looking utterly repulsed by those around him, the second a figure as wide as he is tall, and he sits nearly six feet tall, on the back of an over-sized moose, with a huge rack of antlers, wearing a shaggy mound of fur, with a horned helmet. The third looks like he could be Sly's cousin, except he's wrapped up from head to toe in clothing, with a pointed hat, so that only his eyes and pointed nose are visible, and sits on the back of a shaggy mule.<br/><br/>Behidn the three, an impressive, and varied, array of wildfae, generally sticking to the stereotypes associated with their leaders, probably a good twenty or thirty each.