The cavalry

But before JJ could explain or execute what he had in mind, and before Staghead could say another word of protest, Bob pointed into the distance with an alarmed shout, "Fellows, we have guests!"

I looked in the direction he was pointing out. What I saw there were just a couple of small blots that came from a faraway grove, but they were rapidly increasing in size and detail. Still, I had to reach out with my aura-vision to find out what they were—two horses with riders, and all, from horses to riders, fey.

Staghead smirked smugly, now seemingly unconcerned with the fact that he was still in JJ's hands, figuratively and literally. "You couldn't have thought that anyone can just come here as they like? The Green Guard will gut you and throw your bodies out so the sun can burn them into ashes."