Iron burns faeries. Turned into something like a sword to kill or chains to imprison us and there is little we can do against it.

[Borra still had a number of scars from instances in the past with humans long since dead and buried who had sought fit to hurt him simply because they could.]

Humans once, long ago, were able to make peace with the Dark Fae after a long period where we were hunted down, tortured or killed because they feared us. As parts of humanity began to forget magic and the creatures in it, the world of wizards helped to find us a place of our own, where we'd be isolated but safe.

[Much like other magical creatures, certain sections of the countryside had been left for their use, enchanted so Muggles would not easily be able to find them. The traditional island where Dark Fae originated from had been enchanted so completely as to be impossible to find except for those wizards or witches who deliberately set out to visit it for whatever reason.]

That is why, despite my distaste for your government at times, I go to make sure that peace remains, and to remind them who their allies are.