USER IS QUACKITY :)

Quackity was walking quietly through the woods, gone on another hunting job for the villager he was assisting. He wanted to be quick and quiet about it because the village was rumored to have a Fae wandering around the forest. Fae magic, the villagers said. They could sense it.

He was crouching around, holding his hunting knife close to his chest before he spotted something, or rather, someone.

He had to stifle a gasp when he realized it was a Fae, but it was caught in one of the Fae hunter's traps. The iron ones, that looked like giant bear traps. Iron was said to be one of the only things that weakened Fae.

Quackity tried to quietly sneak away, to get away from the gorgeous creature, but he must not have been as stealthy as he thought he was, because the Fae called out to him a second later.

"I know you're there, human. You're not subtle. Now come out where I can see you, and I might let you walk away unharmed."

The Fae spoke in a light, confident tone, one with a slight British accent to it.