"Well, in the categories I'm familiar with, fey is a slightly more respectful word for fairy. You don't actually look much like one, aside from the fact that the wings are plausible and off the top of my head I can't think of anything else that might have them."

"Well, this is an interesting situation. I think this is a different Earth than my usual one."

"Seems it. Well, so far this doesn't much resemble the plot of some kind of cheesy thriller movie--in fact it's much less like one than it was five minutes ago. What do you need next?"

"...If I want to stay and be able to go home on request here I need to wait for this guy to wake up, get him to unsummon me, and have you re-summon me. Knocking him out may have been a bit hasty."

"I appreciate it regardless."

"I pride myself on my reasonable and proportionate hostility to murderers. I'll just go ahead and draw out a safe circle, it'll only get me as opposed to the first fairy who feels like it. You're kinda lucky, by the way, some other fairies might be halfway to New York, cackling as they fling trees into houses, by now." He pulls a piece of paper from one of his possibly overlarge coat pockets and draws telekinetically, with two pencils. The circle is in a fairy language, and so ought to be incomprehensible.

"I suspect someone would manage to stop them eventually, but if they'd be halfway to New York by now that's probably too fast for any magicians or what have you to take care of it before serious harm is done. Lucky me, it would seem."

"Unless your magic is terrifyingly powerful I don't think it can do much more than inconvenience daeva. New York was a facetious guess based on the fact that this is probably North America, by the way, but we are indeed fast when we want to be." Draw, draw, draw.

"Terrifying is relative. However fast you move, having someone banish you to a different galaxy every five hundred years or so is probably sufficient to call the problem solved, for most practical purposes. And we're currently in Pennsylvania."

"Ah. Yes, banishment to a different galaxy would be problematic. At that point I'd just wait a few decades for my summoner to die of old age, or for it to occur to them to unsummon me, I suppose, so I can finally go home." The drawing is done. It's a simple circle, no pentagram or anything, with a single ring of writing around it. He hands it to her.

"Step one, make most of the circle on a flat surface in any material, but don't close it. Step two, write out the script. Step three, finish the circle and wait a few seconds or up to ten minutes if I'm asleep at the time or something and I will probably appear."

"Oh, if it goes away when the summoner dies then probably they'd just kill the summoner. Unless the summoner was me and the person doing the thwarting was the Vampire Mage, in which case the offending fairy would probably get galaxied. And then have a very boring several decades because I do not intend to die of old age."

She studies the drawing for a moment before carefully folding it and putting it in her pocket.

"I take it the Vampire Mage is friend or family. And vampires are a thing. Lovely, I wonder what else exists here. Oh, circle has to have enough room for me to appear in, don't draw it on a post-it note or anything. You can also send them away by focusing, hard, on wanting to until it takes. Nice and easy, unless you're unconscious." Speaking of unconscious, how's cloak guy doing? That pressure point shouldn't have hit him too hard.

He is, for the moment, still not moving, but not exhibiting any other potential signs of damage.

"He basically doesn't care about anyone's well-being on a personal level except his sister, but she cares about me a lot and well-being includes happiness and he cares about her well-being a lot. I don't, honestly, know for sure that there's anything specific that for sure and certain doesn't exist here, but if you wanted an overview of the particular things I'm familiar with I'm willing to provide."

"Sure, list em. Vampires, wizards, mages, a different kind of fairy, demons confirmed. Angels? Space aliens? Perytons and bugbears? And, hey, let's get this guy roped up so he can't attack you when I'm gone." He lowers Cloak Guy to an inch or so off the ground.

Daphne begins rummaging around for rope. "Angels are strongly suspected by a large number of people-in-the-know, since the existence of demons would seem to imply their opposite, but if there's any proof that they exist no one's gone semi-public with it and I've never seen one. Martians exist, I don't know about any other kinds of alien. I've never met or specifically heard of a real peryton or bugbear. Ghosts exist, werewolves exist, more than one variety of vampire exists, half-demons exist, swamp creatures exist, bigfoots exist..."

The rope is behind the altar, still in one piece. "Good to know..." He holds up the rope. "I don't actually know knots all that well."

"I do. Mostly from untying them, but it shouldn't be too hard to reverse it..."

He hands off the rope and continues to hold cloak guy up. "I might want to learn magic, if it's a thing that can be learned. Knowledge is power and so on."

"I don't know very much myself, since it's a huge time investment and by the time I learned it existed I was already a college student with a full course load and no desire to drop out, but I can introduce you to some people who do."

"Thank you, I appreciate it."

"Well, you did rescue me, after all. I'd have gotten out after another half-hour of keeping him monologuing and working at the ropes, but you certainly couldn't have known that. So what-all is there where you're from, besides tall fairies with round ears?"

"It's an infinite flat plane, not a planet. There's trees and lakes and mountains, colorful plants and animals, that kind of thing. The only people there are more of my kind of fairy. We don't do cities so much, but there's a bunch of towns and the like."

"That sounds beautiful."

"I have pictures." He brings out an outdated tablet computer that probably looks like sci-fi to her. "Oh, I'm Nick by the way."

"Daphne. Oh, I was right, this is lovely. Is this magic or just more advanced technology than we have here?"