"Oh!" Bertha exclaimed, interrupting the old man's words. "I get it now! The elves each had a different bow!"

A short bout of silence accompanied words of your warrioress, broken by a chuckle on your part as you commended your her.

"Be careful with this one, Savant." Said he, pointing a thumb at your Warrior. "I fear that a spirit might've made a contract with a devil to make her say nonsense." Not elaborating, he left soon after.

"Is that something that could happen?" Bertha asked.

"The cards, the ghosts, or the laundry thing?" Cattleya meowed.

"Any of that." Bertha said.

"Probably not?" Herta was unsure even as she said it. "At least, I think so?"

"Mate," Cattleya looked at Herta with scrutiny, "Did you really make the whole bloody universe?"

"Of course I did!" Herta said haughtily. "I'm the Goddess of Artifice and Creation! The 'Creation' part isn't there for no reason!"

"I've not heard any nonsense like what he'd been babbling before." Ruby said, speaking about that homeless(?) guy again.

"And that spirit stuff," Yumi, for the first time in a while, made her voice known, "I mean, uh, yeah- those ethereal Will-O-Wisps! Flickering spirits of the dusk and dawn! They are unwilling to harm the mortal coil, let alone tamper with locks of hair! Unless it is for a prank. Truly, the one who speaks thus is either ensnared in the clutches of deceit or trapped in the labyrinth of madness!"

"At least his name makes sense, as mean-spirited as it is." Mel added.

Though his warning did have some truth to it, since it wasn't too long before another pickpocket tried stealing from one of you.

"What the heck." Said Herta. "Why are they attacking us so much?"

"Maybe that's because we're dressed pretty well." Mel suggested.

"It must be jealousy." Ruby added. Then she turned to you. "My gallant Master, what shall we do in this forsaken place?"

You had a few options. You recalled that Pomegranate Ponnamie invited you over to some secret store in an alleyway.

Of course you could always follow the crazy homeless guy. It might be entertaining.

Then you thought about that bonfire, which still had a few people there remaining.

Not to say there weren't any other choices to make, but a few yawns from your wives and the distinctly tired feeling you all doubtlessly felt after an active day like this gave you only so much energy before things went south.

(Choose up to three things to do before leaving back home.)

>Look for that store in the alleyway that Ponnamie spoke about.
>Take up Mad Codger Ragpicker's invitation for a game of cards in his home.
>Visit the tavern.
>Try to learn more about the lamia.
>Go and talk to that donkey man from earlier.
>Check out the unused and broken down buildings. Maybe they could be salvaged for scrap?
>See that human family again.
>Just try to assess everything. You considered bringing your construction clankers here to renovate, and would need a good mental picture of things.
>(Write-in)