She looked up at the knights. " okay. "

"Hmm." She said, looking down her nose at the siren. "All right, then."


Giant trees stretched above them, tiny pin-pricks of light glimmering through their branches. Will-o-thewisps danced on the air, swarming around her, laughing. An owl hooted close by, adding depth to the complex illusion surrounding them.

She looked around her and kept walking.

"So she sorta wants you to do it now. But if you want to wait an hour or so that's fine." The siren explains. She sounds extremely disinterested.

On two thrones in the center of the clearing, as ancient and imposing as the forest itself, the represenatives of the rulers sat.


"Yes. I will get to it."

She stared up at the representative.

"Alright." She shrugs and stops bothering to use the glamour. "I'm Vinirina, by the way. Or just Vin."

"I take it you found the terms of the contract acceptable?" he asked. "We will raise your exile, and the exile of Robin Goodfellow, in return for your service in destroying the Iron King. I believe that is a fair bargain. Now..." he turned to Puck, as if the matter were already settled. "Tell me what you have learned about the Iron fey in the time of your exile. You disobeyed the King's direct orders when you left Faery and went after the girl--it must have been very important."

" hold on. What about Ash? "

She stared at the siren. It was clear she didn't care, but "hmm"ed instead