"Of course," Gideon said and strode over to his desk, upon which a pitcher filled with water was placed. He poured Cicely a glass, casting a sidelong glance at her. She looked exceedingly nervous and afraid; the trickle of sweat down her neck had not escaped Gideon's attention. He was well-versed in fear. A small shiver ran up his own spine, delighting in the intense emotion of his guest. Annoyed at himself for the lapse in focus, he straightened up and suppressed the sensation. 

Adopting a soft, gentle expression, Gideon sat himself down next to Cicely and offered her the glass of water. "I am sorry to hear about your constitution. I could have visited you at the inn instead. Well, either way, I'm glad you're here now," he said, smiling. "You see, miss Goldburrow, you are familiar with a rather... obscure subject. Don't ask me how I know," Gideon preempted the question, waggling a finger as his smile turned mischievous. "Let it suffice to say that I have many eyes and ears in Airedale." 

Turning more serious, Gideon fiddled with the large ruby set into his ring. "Much knowledge was lost during the war. I have secured most of Airedale, recovering it from whatever creatures creeped into the villages, mines and farmhouses that were abandoned. In doing so, I have heard stories from the good people of Airedale, whispering about this and that." He paused, his eyes fixed on a point somewhere behind Cicely's head. 

"In short, miss Goldburrow... what do you know about fae?"