[Thunderhead Mountain Adventure]

Fluttering optimistically overhead, Lewis Wyllt had begun to whistle a cheery medieval tune as the others Chatted below. Ending the tune and continuing to ignore the gravitational forces demanding that human-sized being cannot stay afloat on insectoid wings, the Pixie cheerfully joins in.

"I've got tomes of stories. Few from the Nexus, but plenty from my old world. I've been to the great jarhmarkts with Prussian werewolves, fought alongside the Lowlander Trolls and heard great-cousin Merlin's tales at the Dartmoor Piskey Circle."

Looping in mid-air, Lewis grins at the stealthy Justin before continuing with even greater cheer.

"But I doubt not that they seem dreadfully square to anyone who has been in the Nexus for long. Don't you have great tales yourself?"