Fae and Fare (The Wandering Inn, #2)

by Pirateaba

And the faerie hesitated. Just for a second. Ryoka went on, speaking quickly. “We have nothing to offer, but if there is a price, I’ll pay it.” Urksh interrupted. “We will. The Stone Spears will bear any price for our young.” He couldn’t have known the other side of the conversation, but he put a paw on Ryoka’s shoulder and gripped her hard. She nodded at him. The faerie was silent for a long time. She stared back at her fellows, and then looked at Ryoka. And there was something else in her expression. A bit of sadness? “You do not know what you offer. The price is too great, mortals. Do not ask.” “Please.” Ryoka bowed her head, bowed in front of the faeries. Urksh did the same. Across the camp, she sensed Gnolls doing likewise. The faeries floated above her head, silent judges. “The price is always the same. Life for life. Death for death. And even if there is not death, you ask much of the fates.” Fate. The word sent a chill down Ryoka’s spine. Was this all fated? She was too afraid to ask.

Does she exchange the entire Tribe?