>Follow along
>You follow the trio eastward. They lead you through various bits of brush and bramble, thing that they can easily fly through or around, but someone of your height has difficulty with. Still, you manage to keep up, more or less; periodically discovering more leaves in annoying places after you time in the leaf pit. After a few minutes, the faeries lead you across the main road into the eastern forest.
>You can hear the activity before you see it, faeries shouting and laughing. Then you come a small clearing with a couple dozen faeries of practically every description, gathered closely together in a half-circle. In the center of this chaos, standing on a stump, is a small faerie in a blue dress, her blonde hair a mass of ringlets. Laying on the ground beside her, her hands and feet bound and looking decidedly bored and annoyed, is the familiar face of Yamame.
>"Do I hear seven thimbles? Seven?" says the ringlet-bearing faerie.
>"One saw-horse!" shouts a faerie in the crowd.
>"We're late!" cries one of your guides.
>_
