"A fae-hill, perhaps,"  Quinta mutters dourly to Fiera, "Low in height, broad in area, looks somehow out of place, yep.  Fae.  Damn, I wish I had bought the cold-iron sword i was thinking about."  Despite herself, she feels a bit more sympathy for Hallen.  If the Fae are involved, it is harder to blame the woman for not thinking clearly.