Of course the gnome had to stop moving. If there was one thing Katia knew, it was to never stop moving if the place you are in was dangerous. The gnome evidently never had her wilderness training, but she would think one as book smart as he appeared to be from his magics would at least have read something along those lines. It mattered little to her. The group could take care of themselves easily enough, even if the gnome led them into a trap.

However, her presence would need to be addressed, despite her addressing it being the least beneficial thing she could do for her own plans. She dropped down from the rooftop directly behind the gnome and tapped him on the shoulder. [color=ed1c24]"Miss me?"[/color] she asked with a wink. [color=ed1c24]"And no, black cats are bad luck. That's why I hide in shadows instead of bringing the danger to you. However, this does us no good if we all stand around like statues in the middle of the street. Take us to safety before the darkness strikes again, if you please."[/color] 

She noted that the gnome directly avoided answering any questions about the Green Man. This did not bode well for their future relationship. Either the gnome was too deaf or too stubborn to answer this simple question, and neither was a good sign. [color=ed1c24]"I believe the gentleman asked you a question, Birbin. I too would like to know more about this Green Man as well, such as why he is referred to with a color instead of a name. Very few people choose such monikers, and I generally trust them little."[/color] 

[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]