The Black Wyrm of Brandonsford

"A very good question!" Vivian answers with some enthusiasm. She pauses then, looking to her visitors one after the other, then adds, "Well, it's not like I've had a lot of dealings with satyrs and fauns! Or the fey generally -- until recently, these woods were quite mundane, for the most part!"

Then, turning towards a shelf that sags with the weight of old books packed into its length, the old woman mutters to herself for a moment before picking one out, and drawing it from the shelf. Blowing dust from its worn leather cover, she presents the volume to Neesa. It is an ancient book with brass clasps, filled with what look like thick, rough, vellum pages. It looks as though it must have changed hands a hundred times, but still it holds together.

"You, dear, may borrow this. I'm afraid the author's name is lost, but it is a history of the faeries in our world. The answer to your question might lie within. Please return it when you are done with it."

The title is on the cover is in flowing script: Of the Fae and Their Secret Ways

Inside, the pages are hand-written and accompanied by marginalia capturing later notes from -- the author? Other readers? It is illustrated throughout, as well, and quite beautifully.