Damien chuckled. "They're smaller than you, even. I doubt we need to go looking for them; likely, they're just passing by, though they may come looking for us, if we make enough noise."<br/><br/>Talia nodded. "Their music sounds so pretty," she said. "My aunt plays the fiddle, though she can't match anything like that."<br/><br/>Torak snorted. "Sounds like a bunch of pointless squawking, to me."<br/><br/>Erin said nothing, more intent on maintaining the fire and keeping breakfast from being ruined.<br/><br/>If they stay where they are, which is what would happen unless they took action to leave early, the sound of the music would draw ever closer, before, eventually, they spot the grass parting around them, as the fae make their way towards the camp. Eventually, the group finally catches sight of the creatures; a little more than a foot and a half tall, they look like tiny, naked elves, with gossamer wings, and cricket legs, that they rub together as they move, creating music with every stride. They move with a strange hopping, fluttering stride, sometimes bouncing across the ground, sometimes fluttering a few feet through the air, twirling and twisting to the music, their sounds in perfect harmony as they move to encircle the adventurer's camp, dancing and cavorting. "Come, mortal visitors!" one calls, in a squeaky voice. "Dance with us!"<br/><br/>Talia giggles and claps her hands excitedly at the sight, and begins to dance, herself, as the music fills the small clearing. Soon, Erin and even Torak start joining in, almost to their surprise and, in the latter's case, annoyance. "Wha-- damned fae!" (DC 14 Will save, to avoid having to join in the dance.)