If there is a "least Fey" spot in the city, this has got to be it.  Nothing but stone and concrete, where Humans spend all day working at that strange and mysterious wizardry called "finance".  But it is here where the library believes the Nisse will appear next, and the head librarians have put out a call for help in watching this place over the night, as the Nisse will only appear when the streets are deserted.

And though this area is very alive during the day, in the wee hours it can be silent, nothing but the occasional night guard, or passing random pedestrian.

Strangely, though everyone knows "Wall Street", the stock exchange actually faces Broad Street, where the tree is.

Though the lights are on in this pic, this thread occurs before the tree is lit.

Amara walks over and looks at where the tree is and looks around. She can see the lights are not lite yet.

Elliot flutters over from the tree and lands precariously on Amara's shoulder. "Hi there! My name's Elliot. What is someone like you doing in someplace like this?" Elliot swings his legs back and forth as he sits there and also sways back and forth, almost as if he was being blown by the wind.

"I am Amara. I was just looking at the tree, what about you?"

"Well I'm just doing a little sight seeing, cause I'm pretty new in town."

Slowly making his way towards the tree is a slender young man. Even in the cold of New York, he looks to be wearing a pair of simple jeans, a long sleeved black shirt and a long red and black striped scarf. Pale blonde hair seemed to be blowing lightly in the cold air around his shoulders. His arms were wrapped around his sides as he stood, looking around, seeming a bit nervous as he did.

Mouse ignores the little nature spirit.  Instead he focused on the hunger spirit approaching him and his friends. He watches intently, his eyes burning green as the emaciated creature approached.

Although cautious, Mouse shows no sign of either fear or aggression.  The Gurt Dog knows what it means to be of a feared and maligned breed.  But, as his ancestors before him, he had chosen to protect and care for those who feared him.  It was possible that this fae had made the same choice.

Besides, bad comes to worst, Mouse can easily show him what it's like to be eaten as a snack.  But he's sure the cookies would taste better...

Spotting the eyes that seemed to glow green, the young man took a noticeable step back, his eyes widening. Though the lower portion of his face was hidden behind the scarf, it seemed reasonable to guess that he was likewise being quite wary of the other group. Though he stared for just a moment, he quickly turned his head away as his arms seemed to press further around himself, as if trying his best not to make full eye-contact with them.

Violet was somewhat curious about the Christmas Elves, and about Elves in general since apparently she was one, but she hadn't really worked out what that was or what kind of magic that meant she could do. The others hadn't really been very helpful on that front.

She'd done a little research online, and boy had that made things MORE confusing. From house elves that really seemed more like brownies, to talking about Tolkien there was a lot of very contradictory information. But it seemed like in the more traditional texts they seemed to be related to beauty, deception and alchemy, like making potions and things out of flowers and poisoning sheep?

She sighed to herself. If she wasn't going insane (what with seeing pixies in the park and magic dogs) then trying to work out everything might just drive her that way.

As Violet wandered towards the stock exchange meeting point, musing on the nature of magic, she was re-reading A Kiss of Shadows by Laurell K Hamilton. After all the actual research had given her a headache so she deserved a break with smutty faerie stories.

Amara looks at Mouse "What is wrong? Do you see something?" she looks around. She looks for a good place to hide so they can watch the tree from several places.

The bookish young Julian walked along Broad Street in the same manner as he often did anywhere, with his nose in a book. Despite his mousy nature, the man had adapted a rather impressive talent for being able to follow along a sidewalk or path, avoiding obstacles and other foot traffic while seemingly lost in the pages he had before him. The book he seemed presently occupied with was titled, "A Field Guide to New World Trolls." which he held upright in his right hand, while with his left he maintained a vice-like grip on a disposable coffee cup. Even at this late hour the man never seemed to be without his customary addiction.

As he neared the Stock Exchange, his cellphone bleated a sing-song like ding to alert him he'd reached his destination. He'd learned from experience he needed the help of such apps to keep him focused, otherwise he might make it all the way to Jersey while lost in one of his books without knowing. Not that he'd walked so far before...that time he'd only made it to the outskirts of the city before he'd finished his book.

Looking up and blinking in surprise at the gathering of people. Julian fixed his glasses back squarely upon the bridge of his nose, looking about at the various individuals a moment before speaking. He'd only known a few in passing or by reputation as his dealings in the Library were often a bit more dry and outside the overall enjoy of non-researchers.

"Oh...well...Hello." Julian offered at first as he nodded to those gathered, "Should we...well...should we divide into groups? The Nisse might think something is up if a bunch of people are just standing around..."