"Well, the mansion is as old as the city itself, far as I can reckon. But it's been abandoned for a wee bit; word I heard is that one of these days, the new owner is supposed to be showing up. Don't suppose any of you are the inheritors?" Though he posed the question, he seemed to not take it very seriously, as he imagined that any such inheritor would have mentioned something about it.<br/><br/>"I bet you I could find the jetty, and get us out there; I remember finding it once with my pa, when we were out here trainin'. Could be shelter, aye.  At the very least, not any more dangerous than the streets will be, and it'd be about the same amount of time to get out there as it'd take to walk to Urgasburg, too. And let me tell you now, if we walk into town, we're going to be walking into trouble. Vampires, zombies, skeletons, and all other nasty sorts will be roaming the streets; and you won't find any help, any shelter, from the locals. Everybody will be inside, everybody will be relyin' on the magic of the tradition of hospitality to keep 'em safe. We'd be fighting our way to, just like Pachski said, either the House of Feasting or the Silver Dawn's shelter. Only safety for strangers come nightfall."<br/><br/>"Now, as fer if we want to help fetch those horses... well, I ain't ever handled a beast I wasn't planning to kill, but sure. I wouldn't mind helping the ol' man. He's vital to our town, yeah.  But we best be careful in the woods. Some of the hunters I like to drink with have been talking about a headless horseman prowling the forest, and he ain't a happy chap. I'm loathe to leave Pachski, but I do have something of an obligation to see you all safely to town eventually. So... votes?"