The Clock is Ticking

Adam scrutinised Mab, his eyes narrowing. He knew this was her way to repay him for the Yggdrasil, but her unpredictability made her too dangerous to follow without insurance. Still, her solution was perfect and somewhat safe since she would fight Oberon herself.

He raised a finger, his voice firm. "I want independence for my city. In fact, the furthest it is from the fairies, the better."

"You can just say from me." Mab waved her hand dismissively. "Anything else?"

"As long as you don't interfere or threaten the citizens directly or indirectly, no." Adam shook his head.

Mab clapped her hands, her size shortening. She flapped her wings and sat on his head with a chuckle. "You have my words. Now, end your meeting so we can depart."

Adam nodded at the wary generals, then gestured at their toppled seats. Once they took back their places and recovered from Mab's disruption, he continued, his features grave and his voice solemn.