This is a legend told on a dreary autumn night beside a fiercely burning hearth. A fairy tale for those who’ve already grown up, but still keep believing in the little folk who live beneath the arches of the Hill in an underground land. About how not that much of a difference there is between a magical creature, a living force of nature, and a person when they’re guided by the same Road—and about how little people really know about the “kind fairies”…