"With the time that has passed there has been interest," Willy said. "Potions and daggers are hardly enough."

He began to wander around the wizard's home, peeking in the potion cauldron, looking at the books on the shelves. He examined some drying herbs and flowers and herbs, then stopped at the cage.

"I want this," he said. This, not him. He was sure that is Aspid had the pixie caged he thought of the creature as a belonging, not a being. Willy would not shatter that lest he face resistance.