Once they reach the lake, Strange stands at the shoreline. He cracks his knuckles, looks down at the lake, raises his arms...then realizes ah wait, he doesn't have a target yet.

"I'll need someone to scry for," he says, while lowering his arms. "Definitely someone within the carnival, preferably someone who isn't at the party. Any suggestions?"

Because considering the turn-out, 'not at the party' might be harder than expected.