“Get the fuck off my lawn, the lot of you!” She pulled back the bowstring until it was taut. These must have been new recruits for the Defias’ Elwynn camp, trying to trespass onto the little two-story house in the hills. There had been a very clear message when the lovers had moved into it; normally the cutpurses would not even consider starting up the lantern-lit path after Creel had “dealt” with the camp below. “She’s a shaman-witch! She’ll hex you!” “Bleeding elfs is takin’ over!” “What are you waiting for, Wind?” she straightened and eyed her windserpent with a frown. “Nai-Nai? What’s wrong?”