[i][h3]The Vale[/h3][b]The Town,[/b]
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Birbin found himself at ease, providing a huff of relaxation and relief to know that Katia had not disappeared into the darkness. He bent over slightly during this and placed a palm to a wall, visibly trying not to laugh or choke out what little air his lungs had left from shock. Gnomes were fey folk, full of lively humor and optimism, so her return was met with as much surprise as it was laughter.

"Oh, wow. Things are [i]way[/i] different in wherever you are from then." He shook his head and blinked his near glinting eyes, seeming to pass off the turn of events quite well and that black cats were not bearers of fortune rather than fell fate.

"But to answer your question, uh... cat-lady, the [i]Green Man[/i] is odd. He is an outsider, like you or me, but I have lived here for a long, long time." He started as he disappeared around the corner, carrying on conversation as he did so while they walked the street here together; no shadows, unnatural ones at least, looming in the dim light of the dirt path.

"So he is sort of new but not. Not as new as you all are. I think he is some kind of knight though," Birbin looked back, taking each of his steps in reverse then when his body followed and looked up to the giants who were his company, "Wears heavy, bulky, dull steel armor - does magic things too, but nothing like Birbin or that other person I saw."

The gnome paused their approach, again lost in his own flighty mind, "Oh... right, someone else new came, not long ago. I saw them briefly, but the shadows attacked and they were gone."

"And magic stuff?" 

"I hid it all, just in case I needed it. There are a few potions you all can share when we get up to my room at the inn." And just as he finished, he walked into a door and placed his arms out before him, sliding it open and into the welcoming interior of a tavern.

"The [i]Mystical Martin[/i] - I think it is a type of bird." 

The signage matched, one adorned in its carving with a pair of birds before and after its text. Presumably the gnome could not read it, based upon what was said, but the inn itself seemed respectable enough. It was likely the only one in town, the [i]Hall[/i] aside, and was staffed by large round wooden tables and a crackling fire set in a stone hearth.

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Birbin the gnome leads the party to the [i]Mystical Martin[/i], a fairly well kept inn in the strange city.

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