"It's a pleasure, Alice," Regis bows his head at her slightly in respect. He appreciates the fact she seems to be at least considering what he has told her. Since he is doing the very thing he just warned her against--being a stranger giving advice--consideration is all he will ask for.

"I wish I could give you a straight answer to your question, but I cannot. The stories you remember are quite accurate, so we have only theories and guesses to go on so far. Some think the Fae are merely bored and we are their entertainment. Others think that we are here to do something they cannot for some reason. Still others would say we are just disposable soldiers to be used at their will so they don't have to lift a finger of their own. Considering the Seelie leaders sat by a fire and watched while we fought off a dragon, you may be able to guess which of those theories I am leaning toward."

Whoever would have guessed he would feel more akin to the Unseelie leaders here, but at least they had helped with the wounded. The Seelie leaders had done nothing.