Dusk seeped through the tree hollow, casting patches of light and shadow across the oak chalice as wisps of phosphorescence weaved along the moss-stained bronze pillars, illuminating the interior of the Fairy Tavern.
The pinecone carpet creaked under the footsteps of passing patrons, while a few ravens fluttered down to peck at the glowing red mushroom caps wedged in the gaps of the wooden tables. A fairy's harp played a slow dirge in the background, as hooded figures in the shadows murmured in hushed tones, sharing secrets.
A fairy server, standing on a floating acorn tray, skimmed across the air, delivering bowls of Sinful Shadow Soup and plates of glazed frog legs to the tables.
At one of the tables, Lynch was drinking with his companions.
