Cam sits in tail-lashing annoyance in the cage among the splinters of his violin.

They have a more heated more panicked conversation about what to do with him. Eventually someone in charge says he'll be sent to some other court, by way of yet some other court, because the first court would be suspicious to get him directly but won't be suspicious at all to get him from an ally. They can throw in the human, too, for that matter; claim they got too many today and can't feed them all all night. 

What, no feast?

They lower the cage again and put a blanket over it.

There's some muffled yelling.

They open the cage and shove a naked human woman into it too. It's really not big enough for both of them.

- can't make clothes for her. Poor lady. Blanket, can he do a blanket.

She blinks bewilderedly at him. 

The cage starts moving.

Come on, why can he do a bell and not a blanket - no, brain, it's clearly not about objects starting with the letter B, that's wrong on so many levels - is this an anti-interpolation protection, can he only make stuff midair? - there, blanket.

She still looks bewildered but maybe now it's gratefully bewildered? She pulls the blanket close around her. 

"I don't - speak much faery -"

"Mrrgf," acknowledges Cam.

"They'll be angry if I take it off. -- could take it off and put it back when we stop, if we're fast."

Nod nod!

She attempts this. It is not very hard since it was put on in a hurry. 

"Thanks," he whispers. "- what do you speak besides faery?"

She says something that he might or might not recognize as tenth-century German.

He can guess what it is but not really speak it. "I think your faery is better than my that," he apologizes.

"You didn't look local."

"I'm not. Language thing is a magic shortcut. What do I need to know about faeries?"

Unhappy laugh. "They live in faery rings. You shouldn't go to them unless you're desperate. You mustn't lie to them, or tell them your name, and if you eat their food or ask them questions you will never get to leave."

"- well, I avoided the food but asked lots of questions. Why can't we leave?"

"Faeries track who owes who. If you owe them, then by their laws you belong to them. And even if you escape, the rest of the world will be slow. - to faeries the mortal world is slow. It takes a very long time for it to be night. Feels like months and months. And if you look at other humans, it's like they're standing still."

"And that can't be fixed?"

"No. Not while you owe them."

"Do you know why they flipped out when I played violin?"

"No. But I don't know all the rules. - also don't know what a violin is."

"Musical instrument."