[h3]Falke, Main Gates[/h3]
	The researcher sighed as she tried to wrap her head around whatever twisted path this woman’s logic was going down. She was looking for an artifact that she knew next to nothing about, and her first decision was to go to the other side of the continent and across the sea to ask around with someone who might [i]maybe[/i] know something about it? She clearly had vapor for brains, but then again, she didn’t know of any culture that would just hand out golden armor to the village idiot. The woman with the golem had to either be sincere or very confident in her ability to bluff to even try telling someone something like that in the first place. Rebecca was startled out of her train of thought when the man from before dropped in front of them from nowhere, to the point that she let out a small yelp, holding her weapon in front of her before letting it hang back at her side.

	The way that the man talked certainly confused her. Did one of those classified units she kept hearing about manage to make its way out here? Probably not, considering the sheer distance. Rebecca couldn’t understand why Chambala was angry that this man [i]wasn’t[/i] trying to kill them at the moment, but after rolling his words around in her head for a bit, she simply shrugged and placed her free hand back on her hip.

	“I don’t really care whether he comes along or not,” Rebecca said to the armor-clad woman. “But as long as we’re both heading East, why not stop by Twilight Fields on your way to Nethergate? The Order of the Crescent Sun is pretty meticulous about recording information concerning that sort of thing. They might even let you have a look around their library, if you ask nicely enough and pay them some lip service about using the knowledge for demon hunting or something along those lines.” She joined the man in staring at the road. She was quite eager to be on her way home.