[Edge of the Weald - Pixie Hunters]

Well that didn't bode well.

Admittedly, neither had the hastily drawn ritual circle Nadas had been working on. He's reasonably sure this was a newt's tail, not a gecko's. And had no idea if the dirt he was using was from a graveyard or from a church. And just using a clump of grass in place of a red fern leaf is just plain reckless.
"Close enough."
I, uh, guess.

Doesn't help that some of the materials were outside the tent. And that he was doing this entirely based off memory of a book he had at least three years ago.

Or that the pixies had decided to go after him before he was done.
Well no time for that part then. Nadas skips straight to the chanting.