Wrenn stayed put for a good two minuets but his worry for his ward prevented him from remaining in place for long. He made no effort to creep up on the occupied and exposed halfling, his steps deliberate. He did stoop below the window line, however. "Viloet," came a hushed, though urgent sounding call. "I can hear voices inside." Though, halflings were small and easy to miss. Even careful scanning was no guarantee one wouldn't step on the other.<br/><br/>As if to reaffirm both their sanity, another loud CLANG! sounded, though subdued by the building material properly now. A shriek followed.<br/><br/>"This be yer fault, Sharon!"<br/><br/>"My fault? I wasn't the one accepted the invitation tae th' "all ye can swill booze-fest!"<br/><br/>"Ye dinnae haf tae coom!" Wrenn offered a boost to the halfling that she might peer through the window with him. Two small women upon a table - even smaller than  Viloet - were dressed in green suits. White, pillowy full blouses billowed out the coats. Bright red hair, one braied and one not, framed pale freckled faces topped only by their tiny green top hats. On their feet they wore small black shoes with golden buckles. Perhaps they were mini-Viloets sent as some joke? Surrounding the table and entirely focused on the tiny women was a large group of angry-looking young men, one of which held a spear that looked like it had been taken from an iron fence.<br/><br/>"An' I was nae th' one tha took off'er vest a'tha first mention of gold!" The loosely haired one continued to scold.<br/><br/>"Ahh! Ye ken hae few towns accept fairy folk! An' how expensive housin' is these days!" Returned the braided one. The men around them seemed to be growing impatient.<br/><br/>"What's money tae a leprechaun?"<br/><br/>The braided one, Sharon by how the conversation seemed to be going, let her jaw drop as she stared at he sister? in disbelief. "EVERYTHING!"<br/><br/>"Aye, aye," she waved her hand as if to dismiss her notion. "Point taken."<br/><br/>CLANG!<br/><br/>Sharon jumped into the other woman's arms just in time to avoid being clobbered. Another man lifted up what appeared to be a small cage made of the same material. "Do you bitches want to go back in the cage?" He demanded angrily.<br/><br/>"Ye cannae do that! We have a bargain!" Sharon spouted defiantly, still clutching her fellow fairy in her arms.<br/><br/>"Yes, we<em>had</em>a bargain." He began, in a more subdued tone. "This party collectively captured you, so in exchange for your release you grant us three wishes per member. Twenty four wishes in all." He gestured to an hourglass with round balls, two of which could be seen at the bottom. "So why are two wishes spent when you haven't granted them?"<br/><br/>"We did grant them!" The braided one shouted as much as one her size could, having by now settled out of Sharon's arms.<br/><br/>"Aye, an it were nae easy!" Sharon added.<br/><br/>"<strong>BULLSHIT!</strong>" The man shouted, seeming to be the ring-leader for this group. "We wished for a barrel of ale that would never empty!"<br/><br/>"Aye, an ye got one!" Sharon retorted.<br/><br/>"Ye great lunk, ye wished for unlimited ale! You never specified non-recycled ale!"<br/><br/>"And before that we wished for a beautiful woman for each of us."<br/><br/>"Ye dinnae think th' first temple of Pelor's senior ladies auxiliary were beautiful?" Sharon asked in disbelief.<br/><br/>The braided one lowered the brim of her hat as she contemplated. "Aye, I only hope I look so nice when I'm six hundered."<br/><br/>"You knew what we wanted both times!"<br/><br/>"We did not!" Came the counter.<br/><br/>Sharon added with renewed defiance, "Ye cannae blame us if ye are nae clear with yer wishes!"<br/><br/>"Aye, dinnae yer mother teach ye tae be careful what ye wish for?"<br/><br/>"So you refuse to give us back our wishes?" the man asked, taking the spear and wobbling the tip near them.<br/><br/>This time, Sharon jumped. "Aiiee!! Not so close!" Once things had settled somewhat and the spear was retracted,  "Besides, we gi' ye a freebie."<br/><br/>"Aye, an tha' were an unpleasant job, it were!" Her sister added as the man began to turn.<br/><br/>"What would that be, then?" The ring-leader asked laden with disbelief.<br/><br/>"We enchanted ye clean of th' clap an' th' crabs, those of ye that had 'em."<br/><br/>With a semi-grossed out overtone, Sharon added "T'be honest, we did it fer tha' sake a' th' rest'a womankind."<br/><br/>The man spun to face them, dropping the spear. Briefly, he seemed panicked. "What? But I don't - I didn't -" Though a glance over his shoulder revealed atleast half of his cohorts with their hands raised. "... Oh, right." Taking a moment to remember his anger, he glared at the two one last time. "Well, if that's the way you want to play it, fine. Gentlemen, let's go upstairs where we won't be distracted. We need to plan these, carefully. Lew, stay here and make sure the ladies don't take a stroll." He kicked the spear up to a dark, short haired man who seemed a little wet behind the ears.<br/><br/>"Why me?" He demanded.<br/><br/>"Because you're the new guy!" Despite all the movement, the clanking of armor was absent. They all seemed to be in festive wear. Well, what festive wear the typical adventurer might have.<br/><br/><br/><br/>