Once he has knocked on every door, Nurahi takes the sandy handkerchief to the centre of the fey settlement. Aeryn observes the pixies as they emerge from their homes, counting 9. She judges her initial assessment of the leather clad one to have been erroneous as there are two others dressed in a similar manner, one of which male, and none of them seem to be treated any differently. She does note that the fey vary between these two extremes: the bare minimum or elaborately made, if plain coloured, robes, and in many cases, such as Nurahi, the colours are bright and vibrant. Then suddenly another 7 pixies, already sitting at their position in the circle, appear out of thin air, the chuckle this produces telling you that it was most likely a harmless test to see how you would react.<br/>“Well if that is the limit to their mischief I think we can handle them,” Xen reluctantly agrees, taking your hand from her thigh and clasping it in her own. “But Gerial...” Morgan says quickly before pausing to consider her exact words, “Recognized the creature, he could even name it. I trust him on such matters,” the elf repeats stubbornly. “Join the circle, druidess and companions of the forest,” a new pixie calls out to the three of you, this one dressed in a red streaked gown of green, his features strong, but softened by the faint hint of oncoming wrinkles in the skin above his eyes. The new speaker indicates a gap in the row of fey near to where you stand.