Disclaimer: I don't own fable.
It was a pixie. This one had a nice orange glow to her skin (achieved with Neutrogena deep clean invigorating foaming scrub with energizing microbeads), baby scorpion minions and an all too familiar giggle.
Maxiey grunted.
"Trixie the Pixie? No, I'm her twin sister, Dixie the Pixie."
Maxiey grunted.
"Trixie is dead?"
Maxiey grunted.
"I must avenge her death! Trixieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!" Dixie the Pixie zoomed away but would return somewhere later in this story.
"Oi, look! There's a hobbe in Greatwood!" exclaimed a very different voice.
The voice belonged to a rowdy, rambunctious nobleman. The more than slightly plump tax collector hopped up and down with excitement with his belly nodding its agreement.
Looking at the fat and wealthy idiot, Maxiey realized he would need a disguise. Maxiey would have to be properly clothed for public appearances so he solved the problem the hobbe way.
Although the clothes did not fit at all but by some miracle managed to stay on Maxiey's body. It was a lucky thing that, besides being the smartest, Maxiey was also the prettiest (or shall we say least ugly) of his kind. The height factor might be a problem, but not a big one. Ha ha, author made a funny.
The guards halted him outside the Bowerstone gates.
"Who goes there?" One guard called. "Oh, it's you, the nobleman. Come back so soon, have you? And sober, too."
Maxiey grunted.
"He meant nothing by it," said the other guard. "You look very smart, sir"
Maxiey grunted.
"Of course not," said the other other guard. "Come right in."
And Maxiey did.
Bowerstone was unlike anything Maxiey had ever seen. The buildings seemed very tall and each family had their own home, their own little, private cave. There were men and women and children all around town.
Maxiey felt very sleepy. He had left at dusk and arrived late into the night. Anxious to have a well-deserved nap, Maxiey searched for a place to sleep. But all the building doors were locked without any faces to talk to and even the crude, wooden hobo-homes were occupied. Maxiey searched all around South Bowerstone and finally found a door he could enter through.
The door was set in the ground and opened up into a perfectly square room containing many barrels of a strange-tasting liquid. It reminded Maxiey a little of the Hobbe Cave. Making himself comfortable, he hunkered down and was soon fast asleep.