Find what is missing, I shall give thee a boon. Wee folk a handspan tall have fled their indenture onto these lands, I would have them returned. Twenty and one I have frozen, their conical hats and mortal forms set in stone. Act swiftly to aid my grand works, for the magic will wane with the moon. You need only lay them upon the vessel left in the tavern and I will lend thee my power.
Magus Sagach
