[i][h3]The Vale[/h3][b]The Town,[/b]
[b]Currently[/b][/I]

"You speak [i]really[/i] strangely, but that's okay as you aren't from here." Birbin's response directed itself deftly to the eladrin woman as he eyed her with nothing but confusion on his face. Whatever she had meant to say to him apparently the pint-sized arcanist hadn't followed any of it in his abstract and hasty train of thought. Nothing unexpected of a gnome, assuming one knew gnomes at all, but it was less than helpful, "Normally that would be an issue though... people are suspicious of outsiders."

"Anyway, off we go!" 

And away the gnome went, leading as fast as his legs could carry him at a jog - the rest of the entourage, the outsider heroes, only found themselves at a light pace. Katia of course all but vanished, but their guide never seemed to notice. He was willing to turn his back to them and meander about the empty, surprisingly desolate streets that held nothing but dim lanterns and burning fires in their chimneys, all still as though the night that had fallen on them was any other. Granted the empty ambience defeated this notion, a sense of mystery and unease was deep in their chests, but their escort seemed to pay no mind.

[i]"Which begs the question, Bourbon, where exactly are we heading, and who is this Green Man you are referring to?"[/i]

The gnome slowed for a moment, peaking around a corner and then turning to wipe his brow, clearly out of the energy he had built up earlier. Pondering for a breath, in between imagining his response, he tapped his chin and nodded. His head peaked out from between the alley ways, the group having covered half the town easily in their meandering jog following the slower gnome.

"It's my inn room - I paid for it before all the people disappeared. I keep putting money in the box too, which also keeps disappearing! So someone's here... other than the Green Man and Birbin, well, now you all and those shadows - but I don't think they're in it for the money."

From there he awaited the rest of them to gather and close, visibly not wanting to abandon them to whatever fate would come with nightfall. Almost as if on cue, his mouth opened to seemingly go on about this other stranger he kept company with, but like a bolt of lightning, something interrupted his train of thought. His fist, no larger than a child's, became a ball again rather than the lone finger it had been whenever he gestured when he spoke; everything he said was accompanied by gestures, almost as though he were constantly casting spells by speaking. Gnomes were odd folk so this was none too alarming, barring except for his expression and words now.

"Where did the lady-cat go?" Birbin blinked nervously, "Oh no... did she get lost? The dark is bad... but maybe not for her. She's a black cat, so that means she's lucky, right? Right...?"

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Birbin appears to be telling the truth throughout his story, or at least what he thinks is truth, and does not seem to be aware of any other danger from an Insight check. No Perception checks are needed as only Passive Perception would be relevant for now if danger was afoot.

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