Hyrus chuckles " Welcome back, Knew you wouldn't be dead yet. Now that you've seen what the fae can do... Are you afraid, or are you wiser for it?" He stands over her, a kind, but stern face peering down at her. "And that's just a BABY fae. Imagine fighting The Winter King, The Gremlin who brought you here, Or just his sword alone...." The guard chuckles... "You have to Think before you act, Trust your MIND to react- not your eyes. Let the Sword guide you, it can follow the fae, and knows their fears. Its an iron blade. Iron on any fae is fatal, save a select few, whom the Fair Folk call Iron Touched.  The Iron Touched are breeds of Fae who are immune to iron, and can readily shape it or mold it to their will, like the lord of these halls. Gremlins are one breed,but there's also there's many forms of  golems and various Fiery fae who are also impervious to irons kiss. Though they normal stay in the shadows and hide as  in most cases the other fae kill off Iron Touched fae. Saftey in getting rid of the fae who have the potential to slay all else. That's where the Ubel's made a mistake and let our lord live, and even become Baron. one day our lord simply had enough and... Well all that's left of the Ubel's line is in your sword. Forged in blood and ice. Or, that's what our lord would have us believe."