For a moment, they sneered. "Who are you to tell us what a luxere is? You, who still stink of other worlds?" It was the same story. The outlanders and grounders constantly treating each other and the fae like some lesser race to be educated and argued with at all times. It never occurred to them once that the fae required absolutely nothing. That they were the older and far more superior race.
So the guards might simply have left Loren with a mocking smirk had he not ignored their commands. With dual screams that sounded like lightning and windows striking panes of glass, vines shot out from the hands of one of the fae while the other transformed into a massive grizzly bear. Lumbering towards the summoner, the one fae would try and bind him while the bear grappled his arms against his sides.
In a gutteral language the guard called out and suddenly several more appeared. "Throw him in the pit."
