I am Guardian of the Court of Summer and Protector of the Font. I watch over the most precious of the city's blossoms, including the rare Bristletongue bloom.
“You are not meant to be here. Mortals have no place on the Font.”
“Many believe that the Font supplies all of the western Faelands - the realm of the Summer Court - with their magic. Its flow touches all of us with its gifts.”
“The Court communes in the building behind you. They are not to be disturbed, for their wisdom can shift the stars and clear the clouds. You are not to go near.”