Each pertinent question encountered flighty, but evolving verbal ripostes, now, suggesting, potentially a [i]duo[/i] haunting this fugue of a gnome. The warlock sensed no untruth or propaganda behind his histrionic speech, gleaning that the gnome’s fleeting amnesia merited little insight of the hourglass of memories that seeped away, grain by grain, from his oblivious attention span. Such an untidy brain mandated intermittent inversions of thought, to redirect the miniscule Fey, from entropy to order. Her companions had thus deftly maneuvered these chaotic ruminations and thrifty excitements finally towards shelter and, maybe, a rendez-vous with a [i]Green Man[/i], be they, a paladin or Eldritch knight.   

The swinging insignia to their make-shift refuge read: [i]The Mystical Martin.[/i]

Once all were inside, the abandoned hearth, up close, appeared ever bleak, but barely alive, as if the flames consumed a sun in its patient hunger, rippling with a thousand famines, awaiting further victims to provide fresh fuel to its blaze, in honor of an uncooked feast forthcoming to holy sojourners. Fire never croaks alone, though; it fanned its eerie conflagrations as a gentle hostess to the once absent venue, accommodating the wardens of light, populating the apparent foyer with wisps of warmth and tenderness. Innocence burned its embers, hoping to salvage not only Birbin from the darkness, but those in his company. The wooden tables hissed of ancient grudges now arbitrated by the desolation of the abandoned town’s equinox. The timber planks creaked as the Monster Slayer, crooning out a pair of inquiries, one salutatory, and the last beckoning apprehension of other vicious souls occupying this hellhole of an establishment.
	
[b]"Hello? Anyone here?"[/b]

Registering the confusion embittered by the pointy-hat wearing mage, Wick selected her diction carefully, so as not to poison their new comrade with idioms and high dialect. She declared in a bold voice for all to hear.

[color=ec008c]“How many rooms and exits does this tavern bear?”[/color] 

Allowing the interrogation to snake into their guide’s consideration, the cleric paced to the corner closest to the entrance, from whence they breached. Stroking the tome of the Seeker of Knowledge, the reborn sage commenced in magical murmurs, muttering an incantation, in hopes to bar the door from unwelcome intruders.

Preaching to her Beloved, the former librarian whispered, [color=ec008c]“I plan to imprison us, while we repose, barring against any heresy this night births beyond our firmament. Within this respite, please ask our forgetful friend about the avian stones, you still grip in your possession. I fear any more of my lexes may further vex his understanding.”[/color]

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Wick will spend the next ten minutes to cast [url=https://roll20.net/compendium/dnd5e/Floating%20Disk#content][color=ec008c]Tenser’s Floating Disc[/color][/url] as a ritual, against the door, since it remains for an hour and is [i]immobile[/i] while Wick is within 20 feet of it.    

Wick also hopes for a short rest to replenish a Warlock slot.

[url=https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1197066][color=ec008c]Wick[/color][/url] 
HP: 17/17
AC: 17 (Breast Plate (14) + DEX Mod (1) + Shield (2))
Weapon: quarterstaff in dominant hand, others (sheathed)

Arcane Focus: Fleece Necklace
Concentration: Tenser’s Floating Disc, for 10 minutes, until it is complete.

Spell Slots: 
Warlock (Level 1): 1/1 First Level used 
Full Spell Caster (Level 2): 2/3 First Level used (recharged previously from Arcane Recovery)
Globe of Light Limit: 1/1 (used)

Spell Attack/DC:
Cleric: 3/11
Warlock: 6/14
Wizard: 4/12

Lesser Restoration: 1/Day after finishing a long rest (unused)
Arcane Recovery: 1/Day after finishing a short rest (used)
Fey Presence: 1/short rest (recharged; unused)
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