*Astrid’s POV*
When the injured man said the pixies were coming and wanted blood, I almost burst out laughing iv never heard of something so ridiculous in my life because I have met many the pixies, and they most certainly do not like blood, even the sight of blood makes them run and hide. So I looked at the man. Are you sure it is the pixies who want blood? He pauses for a minute to think, then looks to me “yes, the little creature with prickles on their backs, and if you get too close to them, they shoot barbs at you! The pixies!” I chuckle and help him sit up. Once I see his wounds, I notice they are mostly superficial scratches you get if you run through the forest and get scratched by a branch. I look him in the eyes. Um, sir, I’m not calling you a liar by any means, but I do believe
