"I see." Loki answered as he went through various scenarios in his head. "Well. That is enough about that paticular subject." He remarked after about a minute. "On to the subject of the wood surrounding this place. Or its inhabitants, to be more precice. On my way here, me and my companion were attacked by small, humanoid creatures. They came in packs and often seemed to laugh. They seemed to be relentless, as no matter how many times I warded them off, they always returned. Until I reached this place, at wich point they retreated.
And another thing. During my short stay here, I searched for the local legend appearantly known as the "Lost Child". The creature I eventually encountered claimed to be a Fearie. My question is this; are creatures such as these common place here? And if so, how many of them are there?"
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The courage of the third miner seemed to decrease with each step taken towards Icarus' throne. By the time he got there, he was vissibly shaking.
"My Lord Icarus... I, uhh... Y-You might W-wanna hear a-abou--" The miner stopped as he realised that in his fear, he forgot to bow. Dropping to his knees, he continued, although now shaking more so. "Y-you -m-might w-wanna..."
