As they started toward the glade, Sabynha pointed out, "We don't need to anger anyone; we hear them out and decide for ourselves. They can't force our hand..."
She trailed off, remembering tales of fey tricks and magic which suggested that they certainly *could* force us to do their will, and that it might seem a grand game to them. To say nothing of what they all saw Soryth do to poor Fiddlesticks the day before. She thought it best not to tell such tales at the moment, nor dwell on the events of yesterday.