Arabella

The female's frill raises as she looks to the other.

"Now Devlin, they are guests." She says reproachfully, with a seemingly long suffering flick of her frill. "Behave. They aren't here to steal....."

She turns her attention back to you. "Are you?"

She watches you carefully, silent, with a curious stare, but says nothing more. She seems to be waiting for you to say something. She flutters down and settles on a small chest.

A deep rumbling arises from behind the screen of vines. A dark head pokes out, pushing the vines aside. The head belongs to a massive Guardian dragon that looks like a tree in autumn colors. The guardian snorts softly at the two fae who flutter their wings a bit.

"I doubt they are here to steal. They wouldn't dare it, least they wish to find themselves trained for the Gladekeeper's battlefields and sent to fight beside the GladeKeeper."

His attention turns from the two fae to look upon the visitor. "Do you wish to face your fears? Then follow me. If not," he motions to the treasure chest at the Fae's feet. "Well, I wouldn't blame you.
The forrest can be dangerous, especially in the early evening.
So, take something from the chest.... If you prefer that."

"Or", the fae breaks in, "You may turn around and go on your way."