The old woman at the inn had been very specific: if they were to be found, it would be in the old part of the wood, where ancient things still walked between worlds.
The sound of laughter played on the wind as Charles Darwin stepped into the clearing. In the shadow of the ancient trees the old man smiled. The source of the laughter seemed to be coming from three small creatures playing in a small pool of water. Even with his leg wrapped in a hydraulic marriage of steel and steam, Darwin’s movements were like that of a cat. Simple and silent, not a step wasted, he made his way across the clearing, as to not disturb the small creatures. His hand slipped into his waist coat and produced a viewing device, at one point a jewelers loupe, but -much like his hydraulic leg brace- his first mate Nero had a way with machinery. The three small Nixes paid little attention to Darwin, as he made notes in his journal.