[For all that they've prepared for this, now that the task is actually at hand, it's starting to feel like nothing they've done has even come close to preparing them for what lies before them.

They had hit on this plan mostly from the sort of cleverness born of desperation — changing the story, defying expectation, and with it gaining the advantage of surprise. The fae are well accustomed to meeting with challengers and heroes who come to reclaim a lost love; on the other hand, the necessity of avoiding all-out war with a power that may well stand a chance of crushing them means that some of their pranks needs must be held at bay, when an emissary from the court of the king of vampires comes calling.

The fog is thick. Far off in the distance, there's a sound not unlike a howl — the baying of a hound. It's more than enough to make a chill run down Sypha's spine, and that's probably precisely the idea.]

Remember that everything in this forest is of the fae. Whatever we may see, whatever its intentions seem to be, the things in this forest answer to the king and queen of the faerie court, and they risk a great deal by causing uninvited harm to us.

[She hesitates, then clarifies.]

Uninvited. Be very cautious.