Myfanwy's gaze bounced from one to the other as they sparred, a little taken aback by how...human...they sounded. Was it an act, she wondered? Something to put them at ease? Or were the Good Folk not so different as the stories made them seem?
Or, like humans, did they simply come in all manner of dispositions?
"Peace," she says, holding up a hand with a smile. "Peace, I pray. There are heroes to be found in small things as well as great, for those with the will to give freely of themselves in times of need. We don't know yet what we'll find, but saving even one life will put your name in the songs of a household...if that's what you seek."
Or, like humans, did they simply come in all manner of dispositions?
"Peace," she says, holding up a hand with a smile. "Peace, I pray. There are heroes to be found in small things as well as great, for those with the will to give freely of themselves in times of need. We don't know yet what we'll find, but saving even one life will put your name in the songs of a household...if that's what you seek."