The team stared at their new, tiny, sparkling manager. The silence in the main lobby was thick with a mixture of shock, confusion, and, in Pip's case, a healthy amount of fear.
Gilda was the first to recover from the shock. She took a half-step forward, her hand still resting cautiously on the handle of her axe. She looked from the tiny fairy to my core, then back to the fairy. "So... you're the 'consultant'?" she asked, her voice skeptical.
"Chief Operations Officer," FaeLina corrected her crisply, puffing out her chest. "And your new tournament strategist. Now, if there are no further questions about my qualifications," she said, completely ignoring the dozen or so questions that were clearly on everyone's faces, "let's get to work."
