The presumed leader of the pixies waits until the three of you have seated yourselves down before addressing the whole of you as a group. “We have gathered here because our forest, which we strive to protect and maintain as a haven of peace, has been invaded by a servant of evil, a sand demon. He has threatened a druidess and her elven companion, along with a human healer who wishes to heal wounds, not create them. As such, we will now attempt to divine his presence that we may prevent his foul nature from further tainting our homeland. Humanoid spell casters, any magic you can offer during this ritual, as long as it is not destructive in nature, will help us,” With that the fey folk join hands and begin to concentrate, working their innate magic without need of hand gestures or speech. Some flick their wings restlessly, but most stay still.