[u]Fritz[/u]

Fritz stared in utter disbelief for a moment, his mind very briefly failing to process just exactly what he was seeing. It was definitely real and it was definitely happening, this creature, not an animal, not a person but something else. He briefly remembered an illustration he had seen in a book once, a book filed with tales about fairies and imps of all kinds. Before he could process what was happening, the fairy man was beside him, sniffing him and examining him, a strange look of curiosity mixed with something else, a look that made Fritz somehow a little nervous. 

Suddenly it was speaking, calling him a weak [i]creature[/i] and a foreigner, a foreigner in [i]his[/i] forest. His forest? Was this some kind of forest imp fairy creature? Before he could think the imp suddenly snatched his bag away, routing through it and pulling out one of his books, flipping through it with a fascinated gaze before saying [b]"So you are an alchemist, I thought as much. This must be your spell book then, hm? I've never seen its like, what sort of spells does it teach?" [/b]

Fritz again was speechless and couldn't muster an immediate response. [i]alchemist? Spellbook?[/i] 

[b]"Sparrot! Have you ever seen anything like this before?"[/b] 

Sparrot? Fritz stared down at his chemistry book where it lay in the grass, struggling for a brief moment again to speak, but eventually blurted "It's a chemistry book", his statement hanging in the air for a moment before he suddenly burst out with questions. 

"Who are you? What forest is this? [i]what[/i] are you, a fairy? Did that bird really just talk? I-…" 

[u]Sparrot[/u]

Sparrot watched the human boy suspiciously from the branch where he was perched. Aergar dealt with the boy in an appropriate manner, investigating it's strange little satchel, reviling it's odd little book. Fascinated Sparrot watched as Aergar questioned the human, he to wanted to know what level of magic this human was capable of, surely such a creature could indeed be a powerful ally for his love. Maybe the human would destroy Aergar, such an event would be impressive.

Suddenly the human boy spoke, not the booming words of some incantation or curse as Sparrot had expected, but instead a snivelling statement followed by a string of meek questions that did nothing other than display how little knowledge this beast possesses. 

Suddenly Sparrot leapt from the branch, swooping directly towards the boy squawking the entire time, he scratched at his face with his crooked talons causing a few small cuts. The boy cried out and recoiled, Sparrot swooping over to an adjacent branch, landing quickly before settling into a dead unblinking stare with human. This human did not impress him, he didn't like it's strange style of its clothes or funny little voice, not one bit.