With a bored shrug, the guardsman waves you onward- truly a rugged and ready watch, this- and leaves you to wander the town unimpeded. The streets seem quiet, you notice- sure, there's the odd merchant wandering about hawking his or her wares, and the usual pedestrian traffic... but at the same time, you can't help but notice that the town seems somehow "empty."<br/><br/>But the owl-man is right behind his bar, as usual... and his eyes widen in surprise as you walk through the door.<br/><br/>"Ah, your back!" He seems surprised, but also pleased- like he's greeting an old friend he hasn't seen in years. "I was starting to think you had gone off on that wild goose-chase with all the other greens in town, and would not be stopping to bring old Brightmoon his horse back. I had already begun to write interest into the ledger, too..."<br/><br/>The owl-man's beak twitches, and his eyes twinkle with mirth as he teases you; but at the same time, his words have a ring of truth to them. Business is business, after all.<br/><br/>"I do hope that Merta took care of you, and you of her... I imagine you have quite the tale to tell from your adventure..."