[h1][center][color=beige]Kythor[/color][/center][/h1]

[i][color=beige]"The window facing out of town, hmm?"[/color][/i] Interesting. Perhaps they were about to uncover themselves a mischevious little chwinga. It'd certainly save them a lot of time to be able to catch one here and now, and, assuming that there was only one that was harassing this woman, they'd be able to get a bonus in the form of some payment. Granted, Kythor was a bit skeptical of the idea that they would receive a rather large bounty for dealing with this creature, as they hadn't discussed the terms of their agreement first, but they could always talk about it after the fact. For now, Kythor needed information. Wandering towards the window, Kythor quietly crouched down by the windowsill and began to search for tracks of any sort. He also thought about perhaps trying the window itself to make sure they weren't dealing with somebody whose senses had long-since departed them, and that these 'spirits' weren't simply a product of her imagination, but then he spotted something curious.

It was a set of small tracks, leading from the window to a nearby thicket. Looks like their hunt had begun.

[i][color=beige]"Hey, over here,"[/color][/i] Kythor called out to the party as he waved them over. [i][color=beige]"Looks like these spirits haven't been gone for too long. See those tracks?"[/color][/i] He pointed to the tracks as they began on the windowsill, then traced the path they took into the thicket. [i][color=beige]"Tracks lead into the thicket."[/color][/i] The tiefling slung his backpack off gently, cradling it in his arm as he pulled out the lantern they'd been given by Dannika. After closing and replacing his backpack, the tiefling fiddled with the lantern for a brief moment to light it. Once lit, Kythor watched it closely to see if it reacted as he held it out towards the thicket.