The forest itself was alive and humming with energy and life. Never silent; constantly in motion. Birds overhead flitted about and chattered with much enthusiasm to anyone in earshot. The leaves afoot were shuffling about by the precense of a simple squirrel. The ancient trees sheltered the forest floor from light and vegetation. All within fell into rhythm with ease.

The camp was small, quiet, and impossible to find for outsiders. A few bedrolls, a fire, and five massive Fae, towering over the flames, were speaking to one another softly. All were male, aside from a single female, significantly smaller than her hulking brethren. As the sun was setting, they were finishing their small meal for the night. It would have to do for the next few days, until they reached Akhben. Much to their dislike, it was a massive, crowded, stinking city that was overpopulated with humans. Not a soul knew of the Fae, knew they truly existed anymore, and they had to quietly preserve this vigil. 

The largest of the males, a brutish, terrifying beast, raised his head to the sky, stretching his neck and shoulders with a mighty toss of his head. His companions didn't even look up to see the strength, the life, and the glory in his simple movements. 
"Feran." his voice very much suited his appearance. "You can't possibly consider it. If we are to speak with this man, we must do so very carefully."

Another male Fae, this one small and slim, met his gaze with a disappointed grin. Feran had wished to use violence if necessary, but he seemed largely outnumbered, recieving all frowns of disapproval.