Six pages down. We begin the flood of revelations for our unnamed hero, all of them leading to the queasy conclusion that the human’s expert on the fay doesn’t know jack shit about the fay.

The first comes almost immediately after our hero plunges into the valley after Thornapple the troll. He stumbles upon a female troll – as zoftig as Thornapple is ugly and an obvious alcoholic, with urine stains on her fairy costume and the smell of body dirt almost masking her troll scent. That’s nothing new to our hero. There’s plenty of alcoholics and worse on the reserve.

What is new is the small brick house that she’s leaning against. Most fay just curl up on the ground or in a cave to go to sleep. House building just isn’t a part of fay psychology.

The second, bigger revelation comes soon on the heels the first, when our hero stumbles on an entire village in a clearing in the middle of the valley. Electronics aren’t supposed to work on the reserve, yet there are small wind turbines and solar panels everywhere, each hung with a thick beard of fetishes and charms.

Our hero watches Thornapple pass Misty on to another deer woman when he hears rifle bolts behind him. Two deer women, each carrying hunting rifles made of an odd whitish metal, have snuck up on him. They capture him and lead him into the village to his certain doom.

Our hero’s certain doom is made less certain when Thornapple intervenes. The deer woman who had our hero in a come-along lock drops him to argue with Thornapple. His right hand demolishes a mushroom house owned by a little blue man in a white Phyrgian cap and standing about three apples tall, who proceeds to unleash a profanity-laden tirade before kicking our hero in the nose.

Thornapple tells him to walk away from the fight, which our hero is more than glad to do, and helps him up.

More revelations tomorrow.