Warcet begins speaking in the mage and cleric's direction,
"How many magic users does it take to illuminate this section
of the city? I'm witty! But is there a place where I can find
magic items, books or rings of power ... anything velvet-lined....

I am a powerful spirit, trapped in these purple robes
of a commoner, one that I found beside the road....
but, ignore that, what I really want to tell you
my platoon here and I are looking for a man who...

Reminds me of a Frenchman that I once knew,
a pile of frog legs this man could plow through.
We are expert delicatessens from across the world
we have just arrived, you see our sails barely unfurled.

We're headed to the Leering Jester, now I hope to partake
of the most exotic exports your city can put to plate.
Is there anything that I should know now? What's that you say?
Don't forget to tell me which restaurante has a good deal today!"

As he speaks his eyes do !search and sees Thunk over in the corner...
What's he doing? Changing shoes? He is really quite the loner...
The blocks reveal, the laws of math and probabilities galore...
Eventually I shall find the missing chestbot that I do so adore.