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There's a rush of air and a rustling of branches over head as a group of... things, arrive.

"The bugs got here first. The preening Mystikos dogs will pay nothing for scraps." The voices are screechy and the words roughly shaped, as if human tongues were not what their mouths were constructed for.

"No matter. They're easy enough to buy, just watch." A fluttering of leathery wings and a high pitched screech rip down the street. "Glitterwings! A cart of honey and bread for the flight that brings these intruders low!"

At first, silence, then every bush and tree up and down the street hums and squeals, as a veritable cloud of fairies spring forth, claws and fangs ready. They swarm the Exiles.