As the crew traveled, Grosvenor would make sure they were up to snuff on a bit of the local goings-on. Yes, the moon really had been hanging in the sky for... well, quite some time now. Originally, the city ran quite like clockwork, with the rising and setting of the moon defining how things went. "When the moon had set, things were safe enough for the living like us. But you had to be inside once the moon had risen, because then, well, it was pretty much free game. Any being could kill just about any being; at least, if you had the strength to do it, that is. The law wouldn't stand in your way. It's when the undead come out to feed, and when people like me engage in the greatest sport there is: the hunt." He'd comment with a wide grin that showed off his not-quite-human teeth.<br/><br/>He didn't have fangs, mind you, for he was no vampire. But as a tiefling, he had many features that were distinctly not human. A few too many too-sharp teeth happened to belong to this one, along with the horns and tail. "Ain't nobody with half a mind will aid you come moonrise.  'Course, if you're safely in a house, no monsters will be able to bite you. Hospitality is important to us all, it has its own magic. Nobody can bring harm to you unless you invite them in. And come the hunting hour, I may just shelter you all in my own humble abode, if you've been good companions that is.  Else, the only safety you'll find is in the town center, with the armed lads and lasses  of the Order of the Silver Dawn. I've made a fair bit of coin, escorting the unaware traveler to their protection, when the moon was bright in the sky; back before these foul tides arose. But thing is, we've got at least a bit of order now, thanks to the Clocktower, ringing out the hours."<br/><br/>" 'Course, you've got some dissidents causing an uproar. Vampires ripping out throats, and zombies chewing on entrails even during the truce hours, on account of the way the scarlet moon hangs in the air.  Keep your wits about you, as the Enforcers are a bit of a wild card, too, now. Hard to know which way is up these days.  But you do right by me, and maybe I'll keep you all from being eaten; or hanging from the gallows." At all times, even at his most cryptic, he maintained a jovial, helpful tone of voice; and that, in itself, some may find disturbing.<br/><br/>And then everything came lurching, and crashing, and thrown into a disarray. He crawled from the carriage, and saw first to his own self, making sure he was fine; and of course he was none the worse for wear. Perhaps he'd have a bruise from the ordeal. He looked then to the cursing Pachski, and then to their surroundings. "Well, that's a bit of ill luck, it is. Seems we might be in for a hike..." He regarded the fleeing horses with indifference; that was not his problem. He had more immediate, pressing concerns. "Oi, Pachski! The waters. Wouldn't this put us near that old mansion?"