At the Stock Exchange
The three little figures run for the tree, apparently unaware that they are being watched.
Until… one of them, the last of the trio, stops, and looks around nervously.
But in stopping, he did not let go of the garland. The other two creatures are pulled to an unexpected halt.
“Dammit, Karl!” says the middle one, a short, stubby looking female. At least, it appears that way, not having the bushy white beards the others do, and being large and round in places they are not.
“Others nearby,” Karl says. “I feel it.”
The lady Nisse tugs on the garland, trying to get him moving again. “We know, the workmen down the street. And others will come, so we must be fast and stealthy. Much power is here. One more after this, it will be enough.”
“No.. I mean Fey folk. Magic, like us. The Rune Stones are trembling.”
“They won’t pay us any mind,” the Nisse woman says. “This is not for them or about them. This is about us. Freedom, Karl. Let’s move.”