Climb a tree.

You think the direction you've been going is probably the right way, but why risk it? You might as well climb until you can spot Maebh's castle in the distance as a landmark.

Climbing a tree is hard work, and it looks like the canopy is around 50 feet up from the forest floor. Luckily, there are enough branches that you have a steady, if slow path all the way up.

You're breathing a bit heavily by the time you're nearing the peak, and as you reach through the leaves to pull yourself onto a branch only a five feet or so from your destination, rather than a branch, you feel something soft underneath your hand.

"Whaddya think yer grabbing!" An angry female voice with a somewhat familiar accent snaps at you, and you feel your wrist seized by a pair of small female hands.

There's a sudden buzzing noise, as if numberous high speed wings have just started flapping, and a numerous of previously disguised figures emerge from the leaves all around you.

"Ah, it's a human!"

"A nak'd one! I can see his cock flopp' about!!"

"If he's coming up here and grabbin' Finola, he must be lookin' fer a fight!"

Counting the one grabbing your wrist - Finola apparantly - , there are a total of five of the small women.

Their size makes it easy to remember where you heard the accent; the only other grown woman this size you've seen is Grear the dwarf.

Though in comparison, none of the insect-winged women buzzing about you angrily appear to be as stout or solid as the dwarf. You can see their builds rather clearly, as none of them appears to be wearing so much as a single stitch of clothing.

While you're still startled, they swarm you, each one latching onto one of your remaining limbs and roughly tugging you in an attempt to dislodge you from your perch in the tree.

They aren't too strong individually, but your footing is too precarious to let you struggle effectively.

Between the five of them, they quickly manage to tip you off the branch, leaving you hanging in the air, one arm or leg in the grip of each in the grip of three of the unnamed women and 'Finola'.

You stop struggling immediately...though you could probably thrash about enough to make them release you, you'd end up falling more than forty feet straight into the ground...

The remaining figure, the one who claimed you must have been picking a fight, hovers in front of you, scowling slightly.

"Ye've got some guts human, comin' up here and gropin' whoever ya please!"