The drop-off point was in a roadside inn, on a side road from where he was traveling. His contact is a small figure, wearing an overly large and concealing robe, though he does note a rather feminine hand, and the voice sounds more musical than a human's; likely an elf, judging from everything.<br/><br/>The sphinxes seem to enjoy the journey, and getting a chance to spend more time with him, even keeping their complaints to a minimum.<br/><br/>They arrive at the destination town a couple of hours before nightfall, but even as they get close, something will seem off. As the town comes into view, it becomes more obvious; there's no one here. No one in the fields, no one in the streets, no movement at all, except for a lone horse, wandering the streets, looking lost.