Kethra doesn't have to look hard for a sign. As the dwarf struggles to keep his horse under control, the sand fleas pull their swords! Eilúvit gestures and mumbles to herself as an incantation begins to emerge from her, and Aspen jumps on her feet, her hands full of gods-know-what...
[It's on! Give me a roll for initiative! For combat purposes, the Fairwalkers will be treated as monsters - I'll post the basic combat sheet for them as follows, so you guys can visualize roll results easier.]