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"Is everyone this crazy where you come from? That's not how magic works at all!" The gnome crossed his arms across his purple robes, rubbing his face with a child-like hand, "Even Birbin knows that and I'm the worst wiz- ...never mind that part."

Catching himself mid sentence, Birbin shook his head side to side and flicked his hat up to his hand with a boot. In a fairly practiced motion, he set it upon his head and went about adjusting it, watching the strange duo talk about somehow sealing a horse sized bird inside a tiny container - as if that would ever stop it. Granted this did reveal the mage was probably not as skilled as he tried to claim he was, a fact they witnessed earlier in great detail personally, but it certainly was not well worth the panic or chaos.

"Point is, there is no way I am letting you keep it in here in their inn! It'll destroy everything, because you have a bull-sized bird in a shop full of glass! That and people live here. One of those is the bigger issue, though I am not sure which is worse off."

He leapt off the table, passing by Wick and to the window just right of the door. There again, owing to his minute stature, did he climb atop the wood ledge and peer outside best he could through the glass. With a sigh of relief, he turned around to face the company he had managed to keep, but before he said anything of use, he was clearly off on a tangent once more with his flighty imagination and odd whims of consciousness. 

"Wait, I promised you drinks?" Birbin asked, almost as though he lost focus on the proposed bottling of midnight gems. "I mean I [i]do[/i] sometimes forget things, but..."

"The [i]Green Man[/i] doesn't drink, so maybe he won't mind if you take his lot? I think that would be okay."

The wizard paused, adrift in recall, before he again snapped, obviously remembering why he was here at the window in the first place. With both hands and some gnomish effort he thereafter unlatched the iron lock upon it and pushed it open, if only just slightly, letting in the chill yet welcome night air into the warm lobby of the [i]Martin[/i]. He beckoned Katia over with an awaiting hand, glancing out the window for a moment then back.

"Just cast them outside where they belong."

There came a moment of delay between his words, which he followed with assurance.

"Trust Birbin, those gems will be just fine. It's not like you can even hurt them."

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