> Let out an annoyed groan.
> "Hold up, let me see. I think I know what this is."
> Look up a bit and a bit to the west into the treetops. If we can't see anyone, keep heading forward until we do.
>You groan and tell them to stop, though the command seems hard to be necessary as they all come to an immediate halt.
>You have to float ahead a couple yards to see the speaker, a child-sized faerie with bright red hair, sitting in a treebranch and wearing a mound of fluff on her face. The mound of fluff still superficially resembles a beard, but it has been tore diagonally halfway down the right side, and has a few leaves and small sticks stuck in it. "Wow, there's a lot of you," says the faerie. "Well no matter! The Great and Wise and Beautiful and Wise Butter Candy, victor of the great sage war of yesterday, shall answer all of your toughest questions! But not the riddles, riddles don't have anything to do with wisdom."
>There silence in the air is tangible enough that you could bottle it.
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