"Nah, ain't but one Tyg-Titter-Tut, and I'm fairly sure tha' there's only one Perlivash. Ain't that right, Pearly?"<br/><br/>"Ayup. Only one o' me. I had a brother, but he weren't me."<br/><br/>The two chuckle and leap up to perch at about eye level in a nearby tree, each clutching their new silver coins against their bodies. "I trust ya when ya say yer looking for someat, but how'd you get so far out here? Most of the bigginses we've seen have come from the outpost to tha northwest, or they're those nasties from tha north, but we ain't ever had one come from the east..."<br/><br/>The little faerie absently rubs her back-most cricket legs together, making a musical little chirp. You realize that both sets of eyes are watching you intently, and you get the sense that Perlivash is holding on to some kind of magic...