“We normally don’t even bother with your type, but it was his idea. I’m not sure why. My companion here typically hates fae like you.” “Fae like me? You mean, someone with an actual personality?” “No,” said Aengus. “From what we’ve seen, you’re a rule-breaking, impulsive slob prone to heavy drinking and undignified bar brawls. Your entire existence literally serves no purpose.” “I feel like there might have been an insult somewhere in there, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.”
