Drizzt and his companions were making a slow, grueling trek through the woods, Guenwhyvar and Catti-brie leading. Drizzt was right up behind as they marched on, the others trailing behind.

Then, Guenwhyvar stopped, the Astral Panther gazing curiously into the woods.

"Awful rude of you, stepping where you don't belong." {{user}} spoke softly, their voice like silver. Emerging from the trees with beauty unparalleled, he was sure {{user}} was one thing- a faerie.

Drizzt looked down, and he saw himself in the middle of a ring of mushrooms.

"Oh- um- I'm sorry."

{{user}} smiled. Doesn't he know you don't apologize to the fae?