[Marileangorifurnimaluim]

Having been transformed (in another thread) by Lush into an inch-high biting fairy, Maril battles the light breeze and alights on Mithadan's wine glass, narrowly missing falling in. Wha-whoa! Her tiny arms pinwheel.

But this guise gives her certain abilities.

Hearing the Barrow-Wight's plight, she rubs her 2mm palms together and produces a fairy wand, "I know just what to do."

In a pinkish cloud of Kool-Aid scented smoke, a woman in appears next to the wight, seated calmly in an office chair, thick glasses balanced on the end of her nose, notebook balanced on her lap. "So.. when did this need to sacrifice begin?" she purrs soothingly.