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What a pitiful creature, and so dense. Aergar thought to himself as the boy began rattling off questions. Chemistry, alchemy, was there a difference? Though, he seemed to have no knowledge of magic in the least. Wherever he came from, they must be so simple, not knowing anything about magic. The world was full of magic, anyone with eyes should be able to see that, and this boy wasn't blind. Sparrot had apparently gotten fed up because he cut the boy off as he was in the midst of spouting off a stream of questions, squawking and scratching at his face. The boy was no match for the raven's wrath, and he stumbled backward with a cry.

Aergar made no move to help him, for Sparrot's outburst didn't last long before he swooped back up into a branch and glared sullenly at the boy. He suddenly got an inkling, while he was here why not toy with the child's mind a little. A smirk crossed his face, and while the little alchemist tried to recover some dignity he ordained to answer the first question.

"Who am I?" He threw his head back and laughed, not a friendly laugh either. "You dare call me a fairy? I am the god of the forest," he flourished his hand in the air, "Aergar Wald, lord of the trees and the vines and the flowers, the boars and the bears and the little marching ants. All flora and fauna await the commands of my fingertips." As he spoke, the trees on all sides seemed to lean in, hovering ominously, their branches stretching out as if to block out the sky. In spite of the pressing darkness, Aergar's eyes were ablaze and his white teeth were revealed in a manacle grin. "Insolent mortal," his expression darkened into one of disdain. A pair of roots shot up from the ground and entwined themselves around the boy's feet, trapping him where he stood. "I should have the devil bird peck out your eyes for your stupidity. But--" he placed a finger against the boy's lips to stop him from speaking or otherwise interrupting him with some annoying sound, "Today I am feeling rather merciful. Perhaps we can work something out."

At this point Aergar was ad libbing, it was very exciting. He paused as if to let the boy consider his words, while in his mind he devised what sort of bargain to strike with this one. He didn't appear to be carrying anything of value, so perhaps a service or a task would do. Nothing too complicated, he didn't want to unnecessarily tie himself to this pathetic creature. "What have you to offer me in return for sparing you?" he wondered aloud, more to himself than the little alchemist. He considered something gruesome, perhaps taking an ear or finger, but he was unsure as to what purpose that would serve and so quickly rejected the idea.

"Ah, I know!" he said brightly, "There is a certain tree which grows in a certain valley, a very rare species that produces only one flower every year, and one seed. You must fetch this seed for me, for I wish to cultivate that tree within this forest. A simple task really, I'm sure even the likes of you could carry it out. What do you say to that?"

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