All Unseelie are brought against their will, I have found. I was taken on the eve of a decisive battle.

[He sounded none to pleased about it, but that was how he talked about practically everything. Javik followed Tassadar's line of sight, crossing his arms over his chest. Athame walked past him, stretching out her neck to smell the newcomer. The Drabwurld was full of exotic scents, and every other month something new walked out of Caer Scima.]

I have not seen your kind here before.