Plane of Air - Blurophil
"...I...yes, maybe..." Ghuntomas scowls at Jon's comments, but slumps against a nearby wall, forelegs buckling. "You...yes, you're right..." At Asp's comment, he frowns, but seems a bit too lost to respond.
And so the travelers depart his house, making their way to the home of Deidarth. It's a quick walk through the shade of the Twilight Wall to the general area Ghuntomas has told them, the many metal towers of this portion of the wall in stark contrast to the simple stone structure nestled between them. A sign across the doorway heralds its contents:
ORACLE OF FORGOTTEN NIGHT
Still, things aren't looking well right now for Deidarth. The door is smashed in, the inside visibly in even worse shape than Ghuntomas's place. someone's been by here, and they've turned the dwelling upside-down. Shelves are smashed, candle sconces upended, possessions strewn about. The place looks empty, but someone's certainly been here recently, and they don't look to have been peaceful sorts.
Quick check, is anyone staying behind with Ghuntomas? If no PC, the goblin would've volunteered to keep an eye on him, make sure he's really sobering up.