You were hired into a greenhouse with a pixie colony inside of it; they called themselves the Green shields. The pixies immediately began to integrate themselves with the green house workers, viewing them as fellow pixies.

You were going about your normal duties when you feel a familiar pair of eyes settle on you. You grimace but continue on.

A shadow casts over you. You didn’t even have to look. The half pixie court wizard stood behind you.

“My treasure,” he greet reverently. Utterly obsessed with every single detail of you.