"You are strong. You would make a good warrior. All of the Dethklok band could make fine warriors, but you make music. You are musicians, and that is your purpose. But even musicians in those times could fight. Othnar could teach you a great much about fighting." He patted Nathan on the shoulder and started down the hill, toward the city. "Portkey is this way, Nathan, we must return to our homes before the drink makes us unable." His long hair swayed behind him as he lumbered easily down the hill, looking much like a warrior and not at all like a fairy, save for the glimmer that undoubtedly catch the eye, if someone wasn't looking directly at him. A fine, large set of near-insectlike wings weren't readily seen coming out from between his shoulders, but if someone were to look not directly at him, they caught the moonlight and shimmered.
He didn't bother to mention that yeah, he was a fairy. What of it?