Allegedly, [ the Librarian answers to the assertion that they're in "the fae realm." Despite what the Lawspeaker had said, he's been more in the mind that this is some isolated pocket of the Bounds or the Wood—and he'd taken the winged humanoids to be devotees of the Moth or the Carapace Cross. Still, could the woman's words have been a sort of hint? ]

If I recall correctly, [ he says, still searching their surroundings. ] The fairies of folklore are vulnerable to cold iron, running water, and salt. Alas, I have no cold iron on my person, and I don't believe we'll find a stream in this maze. I could produce salt if needed, though you'd have to give me a moment...