I'm thrown into a different room that's already been overtaken by Fae. A servant Fae curtsies at the Fae knight, who's bounded both of my hands and legs, just as he leaves.
The Fae servant is on me in seconds, dragging me from the bedroom to the wardrobe room, where she pulls out daring gowns. She frowns, making a disappointed sound as she wipes her hands on the graying apron tied around her waist.
Going back to the bed, she reaches under it, and pulls out a strange looking suitcase that appears to look like a giant leaf tied down by yellowed string.
"What are you doing?" I ask her, trying to see if I can summon up my flames.
I get nothing, and the Fae servant looks up at me, before tilting her head back, and opening her mouth. Many jagged sharp teeth are shown, and at first I don't know what I'm looking at.
But then it dawns on me what she's showing; the Fae servant has no tongue. She cannot speak to me even if she wanted to.
