Meribabell writes:
Our forward progress was halted this afternoon when we came to the aid of a pixie band defending their burrow. Scouting in advance of our party, Dunfallon brought their plight to our attention after discovering a pair of men trying to chop down a grand oak sheltering their village.
Dunfallon charged in sowing confusion by tripping them and causing them to drop their axes, which were quickly taken up by the other pixies and spirited away.
Rumble and I completed their rout by enticing them out of the area with promises of fairy gold in the mountains far away.
Of course, we could not refuse the hospitality and thanks of these woodland pixies. And there stayed the night.