Tycho had a false smile upon his face when he glanced around at the Gnome woman and her weird, weapon. He had little knowledge on the weird mechanical ways of people that made such odd contraptions, but he figured that the thing was probably deadly. Returning his gaze back towards the Cat-Man and his companion, the Elven Druid lady that Tycho now knew had a vicious temperament, he made to tell them of his leaving and, tell them once again, that the sale of the large feline had been a complete misunderstanding of the highest degree. How was he supposed to know of the connection between the druid and it's companion.<br/><br/>However, instead of saying his farewell and walking on to other areas of the market, Tycho stopped. From an alleyway not too far away, he noticed a figure. It looked vaguely humanoid, two arms, two legs, torso, head. It's eyes had a strange, almost draw to them, like they compelled others to stare at them. But it seemed to materialize from the very shadow itself, akin to the wretched ways of some undead. Tycho had never been one to question the weird ways that magic worked, but he could tell that either the figure was some kind of knowledgeable spellcaster...or something much, much worse.<br/><br/>He kept a cautious eye on the mysterious newcomer, it was not in his best interest to get mauled or maimed...yet. His hands drifted to his sides, at waist-level, ready. His sheer distrust of the creature only increased as it approached them, it's hand stretched forth like some kind of zombie. Everything about the person, if it could be called as such, was just alien. Not a single passer-by paid the figure any heed, for they seemed to just not notice it in the least, time itself felt...wrong. 'You, adventurers! I have a request for all of you.' Tycho heard the creature say, to not one of the group. But to all of them.