The lumberjack scowled, but the mention of a city he might be able to set up intrigued him, clearly. The nixie, however, was a little more stubborn. "<em>They</em>can leave, but I'm holding these men as punishment for<em>murdering</em>that beautiful tree, there," she said, pointing to the first tree the loggers had felled. "She was just barely two hundred, in the prime of her life, and these brutes ended her! And for what? Some peasant's table? She deserved better than that! There were seven animals nesting in there!"