Sidelined and ignored, Setsuna braces herself for witnessing the inevitable altercation, but her attention quickly shifts elsewhere. The cracking overhead is too loud to go unnoticed at this point, but neither the cheeky vendor nor the disgruntled customer pays it any mind.
Setsuna reaches the pixie just in time to push them out of the way as the branch hails down onto the stall. The small creature, though unharmed, seems far from happy. From among the rubble, it points a tiny finger at the (not as great as Fides)-reaper.
âIâm sure he didn'tââ Setsuna tries to intervene, but a second, even larger branch comes racing down, laying what little remains of the stall to waste.
âGuards!!!â the merchant howls. âWeâre under attack! Remove this intruder!!!â
âNo, wait! Iâm sure thereâs an explanation,â Setsuna attempts, pushing some rubble aside to get back on her feet. She gives the man a pleading look, hoping heâd have solid proof that this wasnât his doing. But the pixie pulls on her cape to get her attention.
âStop defending that bozo, lassie. Youâre bleeding, y'know.â
âHuhâŚ?â Now that they mentioned it, Setsuna reaches for her forehead, only noticing a slight sting now. âThatâs fine I can healââ The merchant wouldnât hear it. They were too busy flinging more accusations.
âDonât be ridiculous!â
Itâs less of an attack and more so a chance of terrible luck, but who is to say the fae folk would accept a curse as an explanation? Several ( larger ) pixies fly in from the thick of the trees and latch onto Eizenâs arms, attempting to drag him away. Â
âI should have ye banned from this sectorâ no, the ward! Thatâll teach ya to mess with us!â The merchant continues their onslaught of threats and accusations, wagging their tiny hands around for emphasis. Â
âThatâs not something you can up and decide.â  He shoulders the grasping pixies off, resisting the urge to punch them into oblivion as they persist. But doing any more damage is sure to bring upon a harsher judgment, and not only to himself. He turns his attention to the redheaded girl, which the merchant swiftly follows like a hawk.
âOh? Donât worry the lassie is included, too, for the price of interferinâ.â
But no protest would stop the cloud of magic that spreads from the pair of fairy hands raised high; a joined spell that whisks both malak and girl out of the shop, beyond the forest of Cotes and thrown onto the very cusp of the Golden ward with a temporary ban.Â