:None that wouldn't reveal us: He could send up a flare, or try to cast an illusion to distract the creature, but either was likely to break her concealment and who knew if they could move faster than it, or if the faeries would respond at all.

The child - who has not been having a fun time, and feels that someone should be informed - is sucking in breath for a wail. Raistlin curses under his breath and fumbles in his pouch.

Just as the infant begins to emit the thin, high sound that preludes a full-throated scream, it is distracted by the sudden appearance of a shiny, dancing coin. The incredible strange large human who isn't mom or mom or dad is making it play along his knuckles, hop and skip and jump and leap from hand to hand with admirable dexterity considering that he's crouching on the cold ground being hunted by monsters. The child has never seen anything like this: it stares at the coin with the blank confusion of any infant jarred suddenly from its train of thought, and, after a moment, it starts to smile.

:I can't keep this up forever.: But the creature, seeing and hearing nothing, is already starting to move towards a more promising cluster of screams.