"That's not how this works. But we'll try it anyway," Nyrissa said, as they prepared to depart.<br/><br/>"How did that work?" Nyrissa demanded, as ten minutes later, they arrived at a location where the very caravan they were seeking was in the process of packing up. The numerous wagons were decorated with hundreds of lanterns; everything from complex and ancient-looking glass lanterns, to simple paper lanterns hung from every available surface, the entire caravan seemed to glow brilliantly, a beacon in the otherwise relatively gloomy region. The people were an eclectic mix of fae and humanoids, though very few actual humans among them; everything from gnomes and kitsune to fey ranging from sprites and satyrs, all the way up to enormous treants that had 'wagons' built around them, bonded to hamadryads. By all accounts, it should be a wild, riotous occasion, a festival like no others, but the entire party seemed to be much more somber than might be expected.