The sylvan library

[Anastasia]

The two exchange a look, "There is a shortcut," they finally say.

Perception.

[Iron Dragoon]

> roll 1d20+43 Perception
<Penuche> Iddy invokes Penuche's magic: < 60 > [d20=17]

[Anastasia]

It looks to be mostly books on fey lore.

"Really?" Ianvasah smiles, "We would owe you a favor."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Hmm... I need to make a spell to instantly copy tomes... Or maybe... Hmm... I wonder if I could link an enchantment to my glasses to some sort of mechanical work desk in my study to copy tomes I read. That would save on carrying supplies..."

Alyssa blinks and then refocuses on the two pixies. "Yes, we would be very grateful."

[Anastasia]

The two pixies share a look, "Follow us!" they say, going to the trees to the north. They part before them, revealing a narrow path. "Go that way!"

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa raises an eyebrow.

"Now, I'm not saying you're not trustworthy, but you are a pair of little tricksters, who have yet to introduce themselves by the way, so how about you just lead the way?"

[Anastasia]

"I'm Orange and she's Red," The pixies introduce themselves, "Now come on!" They fly on.

"Well, hopefully that means they're sincere," Emily says, "But at worst it'll only be a prank."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa nods. "For all their tricks, most fey are quite friendly."

Alyssa follows!

[Anastasia]

You walk down the foggy path, going on for some time. Eventually it comes to a dead end, the pixies turning. "Now go ahead and call out for The Root Prince!" they sing-song, "He'll take you on from here."

[Iron Dragoon]

"Orange, Red, thank you for guiding us. I'd like to reward you with something pretty, but I don't have anything on me at the moment... Though... Hmm... My mother is quite the seamstress... If you don't mind visiting, she, my sister, and I might be able to make something for you both."

[Anastasia]

"Where in the Court is she?" Orange asks, tilting her head, "We can go there."

[Iron Dragoon]

"She's not here. You can visit me at my Order, if you want. If you don't, we might be able to arrange a trip, though."

[Anastasia]

The two pixies exchange a look, "Where's the Order?"

[Iron Dragoon]

"On the prime I'm from, Arythma."

[Anastasia]

"..Prime?" Red frowns, "What's a Prime?"