The Fall King glances at the winter fae. "You're late, Queen of the Court of Winter." His voice is echoed by far off thunder. "And to answer your question, we do not hunt them. There are laws in place against it laid down by Fae far more ancient and far gone than yourself. Perhaps you best remember that." He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the stone table in the center. Looking bemused he tapped his fingers. "As to that sword... Tis nothing more than a toy. There are far more terrifying weaponry within the Fae Realm and I have no fear of a tin dagger." Green-grey eyes watched the other rulers. Foolish WInter and her little years was at a disadvantage. Spring had grown presumptuous. Summer... Summer was wary, a slow smirk crossed his features. Predatory in meaning but he disguised it as a polite smile. Well practiced and well versed in such things was he.

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