Anthony seems distracted waving goodbye to all the ladies. "Right. Stone the fairy a good distance away from the ranger. Got it." He starts heading out of town.

Sparrow has, sometime during the night, adopted the cross-eyed cross-legged red-faced stance common to anyone who really, really really doesn't want his bladder to empty itself right now, but isn't sure how much longer he can override it.

Anthony counts a hundred paces away from the town, then holds the jar eye level. "Alright, I'm gonna let you out. No funny business, alright?"

". ..... .. .. ... ...." says Sparrow, urgently, hopping from foot to foot.

"Don't be an ass, ass." For the silent treatment, Anthony throws the jar at a nearby tree, hoping it'll break. The fairy or the jar? He doesn't care which.

The jar cracks, the lid popping off, but fortunately for Sparrow it doesn't shatter. He does get rattled around a bit, though.

The sleep spell which had been trapped in the jar's anti-magic field goes flying off to the side, thrown crazily by the jolt of Anthony's throw. It hits a grazing wildebeest in a nearby field. The wildebeest drops like a stone, snoring loudly.

Sparrow vanishes, turning invisible and hurrying off to empty his bladder somewhere out of the way (i.e. behind the nearest tree).

"If you're still alive, get over here. We need to talk." Anthony speaks with pure business.

"Oh, yes." agrees the Sparrow illusion that appears next to Anthony's head. "I know, we need a fake Yala." An illusion of the carts, pulled by the oxen, with an illusory Yala as the only occupant, appears on the path next to Anthony.

"And then we need to make sure that no-one who threatens the fake can live to threaten the real Yala." finishes Sparrow, as the illusion starts moving along at just a tiny bit faster than the real cart would.

"Yeah, that's great," Anthony says, unimpressed, "I want you visible. At all times. I don't like not seeing my supposed allies. So, the rumors 'bout you fairies true?"

"I don't know." says Sparrow's illusion of himself. "That depends what rumours. There's lots. Some of them are true and some of them aren't."

Meanwhile, the real Sparrow, still invisible, is busy collecting mushroom spores and putting them into a small bag he carries on his belt.

An arrow cuts through the illusory Sparrow and sticks in a tree near Anthony's head.

Anthony turns to look at the arrow. "Curiouser and curiouser."

Sparrow's illusion of himself dives for cover, vanishing as soon as it is out of sight. The Yala illusion, on the other hand, stands up and looks in the direction the arrow came from. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," it sings quietly as if to itself, "and greet the young lady who came from afar."

Sparrow also tries to see if he can spot the archers, crossing the road to get a better view from close up.

Another arrow flies out and grazes Anthony's arm. Sparrow can see that the arrow came from a clump of bushes in the field across the road.