Beltin never gets that close to the cottage, but really only gets 20' off the path before an extremely high, shrill voice challenges him. Just as the voice speaks out, Beltin sees the source(s), about a half-dozen squat (~3' tall, c. 40 lbs.) humanoids with blue skin and big heads hiding in the grasses. "Stop there, hoomans! You have hated no-mee wif you. Why you bring no-mee wif you? Say youse busy-ness!"

"Great," mutters Lini, restraining her wolverine with a hand signal. "Mites."