"I wish for you to bring me a Token. Surely that is not too much to ask."


"Fine. Let's get this over with."

She nods and heads out of the room.

" A token? "

Oberon follows.


The oracle sighed. "Still so naive." She gave the boys an almost motherly frown. "I trust you will teach her better than this in the future. Now, listen to me, Lise Chase, and I will share a bit of faery lore. Most items," she continued, plucking a skull from a table with her bony talons, "are just that. Mundane, ordinary, commonplace. Nothing special. However..." She replaced the skull with a thunk and carefully picked up a small leather bag, tied with a leather thong. There was the rattle of pebbles or bones within as she held it up.

"Certain items have been so loved and cherished by mortals that they become something else entirely--a symbol of that emotion, whether it be love, hate, pride, or fear. A favored doll, or an artists masterpiece. And sometimes, though rarely, the item becomes so important that it grows a life of its own. Its as if a bit of the humans soul was left behind, clinging to the once-ordinary article. We fey call these items Tokens, and they are highly sought after, for they radiate a special glamour that never fades away." The oracle stepped back, seeming to fade into the paraphernalia lining the walls. "Find me a Token."

"... where do i get something like that? "

And then she was gone.

She sighs. " Great. "

Puck smirked. "I might know where we can find one," he mused. "But its not a place humans like to visit, especially at night."

" where is it? "

"Follow me."