She chuckles, glancing at the other two before glaring at the ground. "Who are you, and what did you steal that made him so mad?" She asks, looking back up at them.

"Well, there's a problem with that," Puck continued with mock regret. "See, right outside that door is a very pissed off reptile who is eager to turn us into shish kebab, because you three were stupid enough to steal from a dragon." He sighed and shook his head in a disappointed manner. "You know dragons never forget a thief, dont you?"

"None of your business, faery," goat boy shot to Claire, ignoring Puck. "And maybe I wasn't clear when I said youre not welcome here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out three iron nails, holding them between white, shaking knuckles. "Maybe a faceful of iron will convince you otherwise."

She scoffed, "As if a nervous kid can even get close to us." She muttered, glaring at him with her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.

"Warren!" gasped the girl, staring at Claire wide-eyed. "It's her!"

All eyes flashed to Claire.

"It is you," Warren breathed. "You're her, aren't you? Oberon's half-blood. The Summer princess."

Ironhorse growled and pressed closer, causing the trio to shrink back

She frowned, glancing at Puck. "How do you know about that?" She muttered, not answering them.

"She's looking for you, you know. Got half the exiles looking for you--"

"Whoa, slow down, goat-boy." Puck held up a hand. "Who is this remarkable she you keep talking about?"

Warren shot him a look that was half fearful, half awe. "Her, of course. The boss of this place. So...if this is Oberon's daughter, you must be him, aren't you? Robin Goodfellow? The Puck?" Puck smiled, which caused Warren to swallow noisily. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "But--" he glanced at Ironhorse "--she didn't say anything about him. Who's he?"

She glances up at Ironhorse, waiting for him to introduce himself.

"Stinks," rumbled the green-skinned boy, curling his lip to reveal blunt, uneven teeth. "Smells like coal. Like iron."

Warren's eyebrows shot up. "Aw, crap. He's one of them, isn't he? One of those Iron faeries! She won't be happy about this."

She frowned, glancing up at Ironhorse before looking back at the others. "She?"

"Her name is Leanansidhe," Warren stated, as if she were an idiot for not figuring it out. "Leanansidhe the Dark Muse. Queen of the Exiles."

Puck's eyebrows arched into his hair. "You're kidding," he said, his face caught between a grimace and a smirk. "So, Leanansidhe fancies herself a queen, now? Oh, Titania will love that."