The human family has turned the tables on little Airek; a tall farm boy pins him down to the floor with a pitchfork.

FARM BOY:
> It don't look right. It are ugly, whatever it are.

AIREK:
> Can't we talk this over? I've been told my bribesmanship is excellent!

FARM DAD:
> Saints protect us! We're lucky you came along, son! The creature was sure to eat the children and all!

FARM MOM:
> KILL IT! KILL IT NOW! GORE IT! SMASH IT! NO MERCY!

FARM KID:
> Ooh! Look!

Glynhial has caught up with her errant ogre boy. She leans in the door, looking terribly pretty and magical.

GLYNHIAL:
> Why, hello! You must be the "humans" I've heard so much about.

The family is agog.

FARM BOY:
> She are beautiful!

FARM KID:
> Is it an angel?

FARM MOM:
> No, she's a faerie!

The family continues fussing over Glynhial while Airek sulks in the corner, alone.

OFF-PANEL:
> We are truly blessed. Come in -- don't be frightened! Pretty lady, have some cake!

AIREK:
> Oh, yes. That makes sense. Kill the harmless asylum seeker because he's *ugly*, and welcome the monster with open arms 'cause it's *pretty*. That's life all right. Yup. Yessirree.