The tall, slim faerie queen has appeared before you, her piercing black eyes staring into you as her golden, vine-like hair draped around her. The elegant queen's smile was thin and sharp as she began to speak. Why. . . what in the Downworld's name brings that of a mortal into my realm? Is it mere curiosity? Or something else, my little mundane? Perhaps. . . we could speak over some fresh nectar?