By Chris O'Toole (cmotfoofur@aol.com)
Wilder: Still something of a loner, at this stage a gwyllion might have one or two close friends, but usually only other gwyllion, or someone particularly bold or kindhearted who has no problem with the constant stare. A true testament to the common image of a lanky, gangling teeneager.
Grump: If not a hermit at this stage, then invariably a disregarded member of society, shunned because nobody cares to get any closer than is necessary.
Eshu: Maybe the only ones unlike ourselves who take us for what we are.
Nockers: They are quick to anger, but their handiwork is commendable.
Pooka: I spit on their mangy fur coats. One day we will show them the truth of things.
Redcaps: I would we were more savage, then maybe they would leave us alone.
Satyrs: They stay away from us, we stay away from them. A perfect relationship.
Sidhe: They're not so great as they would have us believe, but at least they are a figurehead for the ignorant masses.
Sluagh: Sadly, the only others wise enough to see the truth, though not so disagreeable as most.
Trolls: Their nerves are commendable; do not toy with their patience.