Michael’s gaze didn’t deviant from the creature before him as the fires faded to burnt field around the group. His emerald green eyes widened slightly and he breathed in deeply as her bestial form shifted gracefully into the exquisite beauty which now stood before him. He barely caught the words the bard spoke, his attention keenly focused on the fey creature.<br/><br/>“Forgive us, my lady,” Michael approached her slowly, his voice soft and melodic as her own, “Some of us are unfamiliar with greeting such a beautiful woman as yourself, it seems.”<br/><br/>Michael stopped a few feet before her and nodding politely added, “I agree to the terms of your deal.”<br/><br/>“They call me Michael O’Shaughnessy. I am a gypsy traveller and a well acquainted friend of the fey. Though I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting yourself before.” Michael smiled warmly.<br/><br/>“Many a gypsy have struck a deal or two with the fey before. This isn’t my first time,” Michael smirked playfully.