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Seeing the hulking brute carving the bedpost, Waverly stared quizzically at his handiwork. When it was complete, it became clear what he had to do... Waverly trotted over to the foot of the bed where his nap rug normally lay to keep him snug and warm. Seizing it with his sharp teeth, he carefully dragged it from the bedroom into another chamber.

“Only the devil knows how mistress is able to make such a racket all alone in her bed as it is. With this newest toy, I’ll never get my much needed sleep.”

Noticing that the carpenter had hit a company tenet (though he chose to play his cards close to his chest - and attack Ysh directly) she did have to admit to being mildly impressed...and to a point - amused.

Somewhat distracted by her cat's disassociation, she wondered if he was growing soft in his old age. She made a mental note to have him physically checked over, just in case any parts had become loose or unnecessary...besides, he was good at keeping her feet warm on a cold winters night...

A small ball of light aproached the cave, erratically flying this way and that. Eventually, it entered the cave and flew around the heads of those present for some moments until flying straight at the lamp hanging from the ceiling.

After having hit it with a distinctive thud, it fell straight down on the middle of the table. Once there, it now became apparent that it was in fact a tiny glowing and winged fairy who, at the moment, was holding her head in both hands and whimpering slightly.

Yshania observed with mild amusement as the faerie dropped in 'what an entrance!' she praised 'reminds me of a travelling troup I saw perform...what was it? Ah!! a Bugs Life!' she giggled to herself whilst reciting her favourite line about the moths not touching the light. Searching through her sewing basket, she found a small jewel encrusted thimble. She dipped it into the brew and offered their latest visitor a tipple

*Der-draigen wanders into the cave*

Um...I need something for my head. To clear it a bit. I'm not thinking clearly.

*nervously awaits response*

Waverly watched the flickering light and the diminutive creature that brought it with keen interest. Eyes wide and claws extended, he crept ever closer to the table…

'Ah!! you return!' exclaimed Yshania to Der-Draigen 'I may not be able to promise immediate results, but here! take this brew...this may help the headache to lift, but to clear your head you need...' she consulted her open book for a moment 'ah!! humour!' Dashing out the back, she found what she was looking for and dragged it in by it's ear. Dropping the pink goblin before the other woman, she invited her to amuse herself 'we will throw in some creative ideas as inspired!' she said...rubbing her hands gleefully...

Waverly caught her eye...though it was amusing that he may want to eat the more diminutive guests, she thought it appropriate the faerie be given her chance...reaching into Gwalchmai's toolbox she pulled out a pair of pincers and brandished them menacingly towards her errant feline...

Gratefully accepting the brew, the little fairy downs it in one go, spilling half of it on herself.

Then she stands up and flutters her wings a bit to straighten them and suddenly sees an rather ugly cat trying to sneak up on her. Giggling madly, she takes off and hovers over him, just out of reach of his claws. Laughing, she shakes herself and a golden dust falls down on Waverly who starts to gently float in the air.

With a crystal clear laughter, she starts to flying round him, teasing him to catch her, but careful to stay out of reach of his claws.

*Drinks down teh brew* Ah, headache is gone. and this brew tastes remarkably like Cabernet.......

*Observes goblin. Goblin stares at Der-draigen*

Seeing that the faerie appeared capable of looking after herself, Yshania turned her attention to the floor show There appeared to be some kind of stand off between Der-Draigen and the slavering goblin...Yshania watched in anticipation

Waverly hisses at the faerie and lunges, but with each swipe of his paw she hovers and deftly retreats just out of reach. When she tires of her little game, Waverly stretches and slinks hesitantly over to Yshania, who just moments early had brandished some bizarre S&M device in his general direction. Hoping the mistress had intended to entertain someone besides her dear pet with the metal pinching things, Waverly tried to make nice. He sat beside her blinking and purring… and hoping that the faerie was an ingredient in one of her unguents.

Indignated at being thrown out, the little fairy quickly flies back to the main entrance and enters once more. Flying straight to the carpenter, she hovers just in front of his nose.

"You big brute, don't you see I'm not a bug!", she shouts at him angrily."And that's no bug turd, it's star glammer, making things, or cats", here she mischievously looks at Waverly, "hover in the air."

"Anyway, I'm Sillandria T'remany Folzha'an of the Little Folk!", she announces pompously to the room.