While Vicente was absorbing his opportunities, a tiny metallic fly flew across the large space of the old fairy leader's estate, following the dwarf who had just passed Nan's grandfather's room.
The little fly was small, almost imperceptible. But it was swift. In an instant, it landed on the top of the dwarf's head, latching onto one of his hairs.
Heading back the way he had come, the old dwarf made sure no one was following him, gradually relaxing his manner as he made his way through the halls of the estate.
When he reached the rear exit of that building in one tree of the beautiful forest home to the Fairy Tribe, he spotted his fellow dwarves, where a newcomer was telling his stories.
"Still talking about how amazing that human is, Hervi?" asked the same voice that had promised death to the fairy leaders moments ago.
