The Dreamlands

Isaac is knocked senseless to the floor. He's a reedy teenager, not a fighter. It's a bit before he composes himself, getting up from sprawling on the floor to give Tim a quick hint.
"It should be twenty feet on your left when you go through the threshold, next to an Ash tree." he spits, then watches the changeling grow.
"Cute kid. I hope you didn't kidnap him, too." he says, not sassing her, but the look in his eyes should tell her all she needs to know about how Isaac feels about her profession.