"You don't trust me." Lucien observed, withdrawing his hand "I can't say I'm suprised. That's a shame."

He only took about ten steps before stopping again. Without even looking over his shoulder, he informed 12 "I will not keep you if you do not wish to stay. You are free to leave at any time." He knew full well that the Harpy wouldn't survive on her own in her condition, and he doubted she was stupid enough to try. He walked on, somewhat comforted by the click-clack of talons on cobblestones matching his own, softer footfalls.

It was getting late. Though he could see perfectly well in the dark, he knew Rosa and the gnome couldn't, and neither could Rhone. The flashes of lightning and rumble of thunder were not encouraging, and Lucien doubted Tirarian would be keen to stay out this late. The pub was probably closed anyway.

"I've never seen a creature quite like yourself" he remarked, turning off onto a more familiar street. When 12 didn't answer, he elaborated "Do you have a name? And if it's not too much to ask, how did you end up in the hands of those boors?"