Ianto
Ianto cocked his head this way and that at Adam, as if wondering what all of his fuss was about. He had asked to be taken to the village, and here he was. He'd not asked for any further details - indeed, or whether the people were friendly to strangers (Delah would quickly confirm that they were not). Adam had asked and Ianto had delivered. His part, then, was done.
So as the Fae swooped down with their spears and their musical language and Delah made her observations, Ianto shifted back into his human form, still lounging quite comfortably against a tree. "He wished to be brought here," he said simply, his accent lilting around the words. "He'd like to know the way to Akkarain or Sainen. I'm but a lowly merchant of the Wildwood, Delah. I thought your people in their wisdom may know of these places."
So as the Fae swooped down with their spears and their musical language and Delah made her observations, Ianto shifted back into his human form, still lounging quite comfortably against a tree. "He wished to be brought here," he said simply, his accent lilting around the words. "He'd like to know the way to Akkarain or Sainen. I'm but a lowly merchant of the Wildwood, Delah. I thought your people in their wisdom may know of these places."
