That evening, we went over to the council building known as Fae Nemorum Sub Muro Latericio (the woodland fae's government building). Inside sat highly intelligent and respectable woodland fae in the area. They looked at us in shock since they were in a middle of a meeting.
"Do not fear, these kids are friends and allies to us," Jameson assured them.
"Well, bring them forth," one of the council fae said to him.
We came forward before the council and explained to them that we are here for the reason to get and return Eskalion's Chest to them. They looked at each other and nodded.
"Well then," one fae named Durmanian said, "I see you have been trying for years."
"Well... we been trying for a couple years," I corrected.
"I see... What is your plan?"
"We have to go and confront the aeoric fae and if they do not hand over the chest peacefully, we'll have to fight for it," I said boldly.
"I see," he said caressing his long evergreen hair, "but you do know the aeroi