"Skills?" Poppy said with her head tilted quizzically. "Well, I can dance, I can sew, I can sing--though not that well. If you would like to hear me whistle or anything, I'm sorry, I just can't. Unless I HAD a whistle, I suppose. But I would need a normal, fairy whistle. Human-sized whistles are too big, obviously, so..." Poppy hesitated, as she began to notice the group that had circled around the purple-haired lady. These were fighters. Some big ones. Some medium big ones. And a little wizard. 

Oh.

The purple-haired lady said "Prison-Castle" as if Poppy should have heard of it. Maybe she had once, but had forgotten long ago. Maybe Poppy had even been there before.Perhaps back when it was just a castle. Or just a prison. Or just a wooded area before the masons had even laid their first stone. Judging by the types of people gathering, this was a dangerous place. That changed everything.

"Oh oh oh!" A smile blossomed on Poppy's face. "So this is a proper adventure then? Of course it is! Well..." The little fairy slid out her needle from the spool of thread. "I'm good with this too! If anyone gets hurt, I can stitch you up. I know the right herbs and I know a bit of magic too. I can heal you right up." 

"Also," Poppy continued, her smile darkening, "if it gets real bad, I can fight too. I'm smaller than this lot, but I'm fast. Give me a razor or a shiv my size and I can take out an eye or cut a throat. I know poisons. Just a couple of the right drops on my needle, a little pinprick I can make someone dead in an hour. Or another one that just makes them fall asleep. But if you want me to do that I'll need to find another needle." Poppy's frown broke into a sly smile. "Wouldn't want to use the same needle for healing, eh?" she said, and then started giggling uncontrollably. 

With mirthful tears shining in her eyes, Poppy caught her breath. "So when are we going?"