Just two dudes walking down the street with one carrying a suspiciously wrapped parcel that’s the size of a head…

Now knowing the path, Somnus walks alongside the other instead of behind, and after a moment, his head tips a degree to the left. “I have my reservations that the fae will comply with a barter for his head to cease his assaults.”

Avalon’s people, both human and fae, seem capricious at best.