“It a simple fetch quest for me. I can leave that wench alive as there is no desire or profit to be gained in butchering that sorry slag of a woman, but I am not going to guarantee that woman is coming out of this ordeal unharmed.”

Her eyebrows creased at Izzaz’s final remark. Once he was out of sight, she once again looked towards the heavens, staring placidly for a few short seconds. “What?” she glowered, as if the rolling clouds could not only speak, but berate, “This is what happens when you give me a bunch of uneducated children and moral-less rogues to work with. Someone’s bound to get hurt. I’m only one fairy! Can’t expect me to prevent everything!” She growled in the back of her throat, sparing a glance towards the back of the graveyard. 

She muttered very unfairylike obscenities under her breath as she quickly spun around and made to dart out of the graveyard. 

[i]SMACK!! [/i]

"Dry those eyes
Fast those tears
It's no surprise,
RAIN SPIDER'S HERE!"

Temporarily stunned and thus bouncing off the Rain Spider’s protruding chest not unlike a pigskin off a wall, Lethe drooped in the air several inches before regaining ahold of herself and coming back to almost-eye level with the man. The tinkling sound of bells rang out as she tried to shake the stars from her eyes and she held her nose with both her hands, groaning uncomfortably. 
 
“Lethe! I present you with the Masked One. The...er, 'Fish One' is on her way as well. She's a bit sensitive.”

“Great,” Lethe quacked through her hands, “Thanks. Just… have him go stand over there by Magus.”

“He doesn’t bite,” she tried to say reassuringly. She pointed to his location and flew around Jira, still cupping her nose. “Probably,” she muttered just before flying on-- passing Maryev and his meaty boon before disappearing into the crowd. 

---

If Izzaz’s memory served him correctly, he would soon find himself at the shop of Madame Astrid. It was a dingy old place on the second floor of a Curiosity Shop. The stairs leading up to the entrance were so mercilessly rusted that bits of copper colored filth fell to the earth below with every step. A sign, shaped like an outward-facing palm, lined with a deep purple paint, and baring a black and white eye in it’s center hung beside the stained glass door. 

[i]“The Magnificent Madame Astrid,”[/i] it read in tall, eloquent lettering. 

As the door creaked open, the faint sound of [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AQRJciZbVdQ]a phonograph[/url] playing would greet Izzaz, as well as the overbearingly strong amount of incense. The interior was a menagerie of odd trinkets and jewel-toned tapestries and drapes. Questionable objects in jars lined the shelves on the walls—one of which seemed to be a baby Zora skull. Several different creatures would peer at Izzaz from small wiry cages as he entered—a smallish blue breed of monkey, three pink fairies idly gyrating around each other, a poe spirit, and a large black and red bird that would ruffle it’s feathers threateningly as Izzaz passed it. 

Then, there behind a large dark mahogany counter, sat, or rather, slumped Madame Astrid. She idly picked at the chipping finish of her counter top with a long deep-red fingernail, barely paying Izzaz any mind aside from a brief upward glance. She was quite obviously a woman racked by time—the creases in her tanned skin were enough proof of that. Atop her elaborate gray beehive up-do nested a small white cat, curled up and so deeply asleep that it’s tail merely switched as the glass door slammed shut. She’d obviously been sitting like that for quite a while. 

---

Her fairy, evidently becoming a bit concerned by the eminent danger Kaiver was alluding to, spoke something inaudible to the others in Mila's ear. She waived her fairy away, however, shaking her head. 

"Ohh," Mila's eyes widened-- thrilled by the thought of such an adventure, "Is he really that dangerous? What are we going to do when we find him? Does he really ride a Wolfos? Is it like his pet? Is it nice?"