Despite these shared foundations, mistrust has taken root.

In taverns and parlors alike, whispers pass between tables: humans who fear power they cannot control, and fae who grow weary of being watched, measured, and doubted. What was once cooperation has frayed into something more brittle, and old assurances feel less certain, and familiar arrangements no longer sit easily.

Now, many among the fae speak openly of leaving the mortal realm altogether – withdrawing their magic, their craft, and their presence into the mists – and accepting consequences no one can yet fully name.