Apparently Malichi was so excited he didn't realize how exhausted and injured he was and just passed out, waking up startled by the daylight

"Rise and shine friends!  It's a lovely morning and there's a chrysalis that needs our help in returning to the Feywild!  I've prepared a hearty vegetarian breakfast for you all that should give us the energy to conquer whatever obstacles we encounter along the way."  Zensiro is annoyingly full of energy and purpose this morning as he tries to rally his weary companions for another arboreal escapade.  "Huzzah!"

After everyone finishes a quick repast and their morning ablutions, you all pile into AGGE and begin your ascent of the rowan tree.  For the first little while everything seems normal, but gradually the clockwork vehicle seems to be slowing, as if it is facing a headwind.  It still manages to continue upward, but the movement speed is soon halved by some invisible force.  After several hours, you arrive at the level where Malichi has previously sighted what you presume is the chrysalis.  There is a single wide branch pointing eastward.  This branch is broad enough that no acrobatics are necessary to navigate it, unless you try something really fancy.  As you exit AGGE, a wall of resistance immediately greets you, you feel as if your feet are made of lead, and you lean forward to avoid being pushed back by the unseen force. Consider this difficult terrain (movement speed halved). 

It is approxmately 300 feet to the end of the branch, where Malichi saw the glittering object.

Malichi forges ahead at half speed, trying to see the glittering object or what might be causing this wall of resistance they're fighting against, figuring it's probably the same thing.

Perception: 20

Zensiro pushes through the resistance, trying to recall anything in his training or past experience that might be causing this strange sensation.

Nature 5

Malichi hears some faint laughter from further up the branch and sees... something.  A humanoid-shaped figure that appears for a second and then disappears, only to reappear somewhere different.   Zensiro is clueless as to the source of the resistive force.

From out of nowhere, a nearby masculine voice suddenly speaks sternly.  "Begone! You are not wanted here.  You have been warned, and we will not hesitate to attack!"

Undaunted by his apparently empty state of mind, Zensiro attempts to perceive the source of this ominous warning!

Perception 18

Regardless of your roll, your eyes do not detect any creature close enough to have been the source of that voice.  (If you roll >16 you detect a faint hum or droning sound, but not a source for the voice).

After a few moments another voice, this time feminine, seems to be coming from a different direction... from the empty space beside the branch! The voice giggles, and then speaks in a language that only Zensiro and Cerlinde understand.

"In my experience, anyone saying they won't hesitate to attack, is in fact, hesitating" Malichi says, pushing forward, trying to make out whatever that was he saw that's humanoid shaped and this small

Zensiro whispers loudly at Malichi, "Easy there friend, there is another immediately to our right, apparently floating in space!  I'm guessing they're a pair and this one doesn't seem as threatening."

He then turns toward the source of the second voice and speaks in Sylvan, "Please, we mean you no harm!  We are in fact an elf and a tiefling, normally full-sized, but as of late, shrunk by some out of control magic.  We received a quest to aid a creature in returning to the Feywild.  We believe we saw it in this tree!"

The feminine voice gasps, perhaps startled at being understood, and falls silent.  The first speaker says in accented Common, "Silence! We have nothing to do with Eladrin or...'thieflings' or whatever you are. Your quest does not concern us, and besides, this is a perfectly ordinary tree, and there is nothing to see here. Be on your way, or we shall DESTROY you!" (This last bit you think is supposed to be intimidating, but the speaker's voice cracks).

Suddenly, directly in front of you, the flickering humanoid figure Malichi had previous seen pops into view. He has the appearance of an elf, but with sharp, feral features, and stands at about twice your height.  He speaks rapidly, in a voice you have not heard until this point, possibly in the same language the elves previously understood.

 The apparition then vanishes in a blur.

 The feminine voice speaks timidly in the unknown language:

Zensiro continues to speak in Sylvan.  "Parsnip, Dmitri, my people are linked with the Feywild.  I am Llewyr, led by the High Lady Ordalf of Sarifal, a powerful LeShay.  We follow the Earthmother and revere all of nature and the denizens of the Feywild.  Truly, I am not your enemy.  I only seek to learn, perhaps you have much to teach me.  My friend here ..."  Zensiro gestures toward Malichi and clearly enunciates, "is a tiefling.  Malichi is a kind man, just different from you or I.  I'm sure you'll find him pleasant enough!  Do you require our aid?  We are brave and capable."

"NO!" Parsnip replies in Common, "We do not require aid, we require that you leave..." He is interrupted by furious whispering, which seems to go back and forth for a bit between the two voices.  They appear to be arguing, but you cannot make out their hushed words.  

After a good 60 seconds of this, it finishes by the two voices saying:

 And then this creature materializes, hovering in the air to the side of the branch.

"Hullo!" she says brightly in Sylvan, "I'm Snapdragon! You are Malichi and... what are the rest of your names?"

Malichi makes out his name when Zensiro says it and again when she says it, but does understand any of the rest. Thinking he was just introduced, Malichi smiles and does a deep bow with arm wide "Maybe you know more about what's going on" Malichi says in an aside to Zensiro "just never equate small with harmless"

Addressing Snapdragon in Sylvan, "A pleasure to meet you Snapdragon, my apologies for not mentioning my name earlier.  I am Zensiro.  Thank you for giving us a chance to talk before casting us off.  If you don't mind me asking, how have you found yourselves in this place?  I've been collecting the stories of many folks in Haven and have an interest in the planes."

Turning to Malichi, he quickly relays the gist of the conversation, finishing with, "Don't worry, I'm fairly well acquainted with the Feywild and I never assume anything is harmless!'

Amelia steps over to them. "What's going on?" she asks.

Intrigued by a new participant in the conversation, Snapdragon flits over closer to Amelia to have a look at her.

(Still speaking in Sylvan)

Excited by all the new faces, the pixie cannot contain her enthusiasm, and flies all the way around the circumference of the tree limb in pure joy. 

 (Second voice, answering in Sylvan)

exclaims Parsnip, materializing as he does so.

“I speak six languages, and they’re always the wrong ones,” Amelia laments. “Please tell me one of you knows what’s going on.”

Speaking in Primordial on a hunch, "Amelia, allow me to introduce these three fey.  The pleasant one is called Snapdragon, a pixie.  This fellow in front of us is Parsnip, a sprite.  And there is another hidden one named Dmitri, apparently a quickling, very grumpy.  It seems that the latter two aren't particularly interested in us being here, while Snapdragon is very interested in us.  You could probably get by with speaking Common, although I'm not certain all three of them speak it.  I can translate into Sylvan for you if that helps!"

"Thanks," Amelia responds in Primordial. "Think they'd know Elvish?"