Zane snorted. Dangerous was an understatment. There were creatures in those woods that made his master pause before trying to sneak through it. Hell, the incident with the tentacle monsters is still being talked about... magic does [i]really[/i] weird things to plantlife. Out of his bag he pulled a shovel. It was big, sharpened to work as an axe, oh, and was cast iron. Always good to carry iron when idiots want to actually encounter fae. Eh, free distraction for him to steal the metal.

[color=green]"Don't you worry you pretty head, Riri,"[/color] Zane replied, giving his trademark badboy smirk (currently earnings: 16 dates, 3 snogs, 20 slaps, and one flash freezing), [color=green]"So long as those pointy ear bastards don't try anything, I won't hurt them."[/color]