Kind remained quiet all throughout their journey to Wickerford, observing its surroundings and still finding itself perplexed at this strange environment. Three years, and the creature was still not quite used to living so small atop one of the floating pebbles that it'd usually ignore. It would every now-and-then stare at the sun up above, searing its eyes as if being scolded for looking too long. Before, Kind would not be blinded so easily, not by a star much smaller when compared to the many it has already seen... [color=8882be]"It is quite... It saddens me, it does..."[/color] Kind spoke, not to itself nor its current companions- but to the sun. [color=8882be]"...That you no longer look as tasty..."[/color]

But it did not let the sadness stay too long, for at least it had humans travelling along with it. The thought of finally having a full meal tempted it, but looking at the red-haired man and the two other strangers, Kind had estimated that they would not make for easy pickings. The sentient object and its slime friend did not seem to be the type that would sit idly by, either. There was something about them that convinced the creature they are capable of defending themselves if ever push comes to shove... Or rather, if the hunger gets the better of its "kindness."

When they arrived at the village, Kind felt strangely somber at the sight. There were humans, yes, but few and dull.  Kind didn't understand how or why this body reacts the way it does, but it was the least of the creature's worries... [color=8882be]"Might not be the best... Course of action."[/color] It said in response to Fredrick, already walking away from the group. Asking things of strangers had led to worse things in the past, and though it did take a risk with the old man at the guild, there was an instinct from its body that could tell whether or not a person would be open to being asked things. These villagers did not seem to want to have anything to do with them.

[color=8882be]"I will look into the houses... Over there..."[/color] Kind said without looking at them, lifting its arm and pointing its bony fingers toward the direction of the fields. When it arrived, there was a clear suspicion from the humans there, mostly due to the creatures unsettling demeanor. It glared at each one that it saw poking out their windows or doors, or simply walking by. [color=8882be]"Brenwick... Brenwick... Brenwick..."[/color] Kind repeated to itself in a quiet sing-song melody, not quite aware of what its body was doing with its vocal chords, yet going along with it. Then, it finds a house that seems separated from the others, old and unattended. Kind moved towards it. Whether or not this was M. Brenwick's house, the creature was attracted by the sight of abandonment.