“Who are you?” Cylvan asked without emotion. “Well… it’s… like a pixie caring for a raven, isn’t it?” Saffron smiled softly. “Someone insignificant like me, thinking I can do anything at all for someone as big and grand and free as you are. But, I guess… perhaps, while the pixie cannot help with raven-sized problems… it can at least share the little treasures it steals, because it knows the raven likes shiny things, too…” “... A raven?” Cylvan finally chuckled the more he thought about it.
