[h3][b][i][color=7F7765][center]Lucan Cauldwell[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h3]
[center][b][color=7F7765]Location:[/color][/b] Crossed Swords Tavern & Inn - Outside
[b][color=7F7765]Interacting With:[/color][/b] Persephone, Cremwise, by extension everyone[/center]

Lucan listened to Cremwise further, the mild interest he held before having developed into more of a genuine intrigue. He opened his mouth to give the man a fairly dull lie when... What was [i]that[/i]? Lucan had smelled his fair share of horrid smells, from rotting corpses to an Orcish mating festival, he'd known some of the most horrifying, disgusting and godawful scents the world had to offer, but [i]this[/i] smell, this [i]abhorrent[/i] smell, blew them all out of the water. Lucan had no desire to stick around it, and he could see he was not the only one with that idea, moving to follow close behind Persephone, he made sure to nick anything left behind by patrons in too much of a hurry to grab some of their valuables left out, nothing particularly fancy, apart from a few coins left over by gamblers and generally unintelligent barfolk.

Finally outside, Lucan let out a long sigh and breathed in the fresh air as if he'd been locked in a stale prison cell for the past ten years, the pungent nature of that smell had been so powerful it could've easily made time speed up that far. Following along with Persephone to find Cremwise, he nodded intently as he listened to her explain herself further. He was pleased to see she wasn't really sharing any personal detail, he had no intent of doing so himself and for the most part that had been what concerned him, however he didn't even have to share anything as timing seemed on his side. Femnal had gone berserk. 

This night was truly becoming one to remember Lucan, he had certainly not expected to have his nostrils so ruthlessly and unnecessarily assaulted by an eldritch, unnatural horror of a smell - but he had perhaps expected even less to see a gnome essentially possessed by that very smell. Lucan stared at the Gnome as Cremwise ran to his assistance, a sort of dazed awe and wonder on his face as he began to rethink all the decisions he'd made in his life up to that point - it was turning into one of those nights - and begin asking himself the big questions, the biggest of which he voiced aloud during the silence which followed the end of Femnal's miraculous 'episode'. [color=7F7765]"What in the name of all that is holy just happened?"[/color]