"They're about this big."

He gestures a little circle with his finger - about the size of a pigeon.

"They fly. And they're annoying."

And he'd be dead about twenty times over without the healing he got from them. That doesn't change the fact that a day doesn't go by without the urge to crush Puck in his fist.

"Most of 'em, anyway... Their lord is different, though. Somethin' else entirely..."