Caravan Attacked: Crossroads and Daggerhills

“Ah. Plane trouble.” The man held up a hand as if to gesture ‘say no more.’ That was all he needed to hear.  “Dangerous magic, I know. I suffer from it myself.”

Now that everyone had settled, and was inside the wagon candle-light of the wagon it was more obvious there was something, off, about this man. It wasn’t spiritual, or that feeling of dread that usually came alongside a horrendous event, but more mundane. His movement was becoming laggy. He didn’t really slow down, but his movements skipped beats in-between the rising and falling of his chest when he breathed, or his body was a few centimeters to the right of where he was originally. And it was only growing worse. The man wasn’t ignorant of it either. He had stopped talking, held up a finger motioning for them to give him a moment. A hand braced on a table as he waited in a poised position, like an epileptic who knew exactly what was coming next.

But nothing came. Instead he just stood there, body jolting like a bad radio reception for a few minutes until the universe decided to stick him back into one place. He blinked, looked around, and then continued like nothing happened. “Right! Like I said. Dangerous magic, and dangerous toys.” He clapped his hands together, either feeling awkward or building himself up to an explanation. “This! My, curious teifling! Is my humble abode. It’s bigger, because I don’t like to travel in small boxes….plus I don’t usually travel alone. At least, not before they all left.—I’m a performer you see.”
A hand clasped around Kal’s shoulder, as the other drew slowly across the air, painting a title. “The Wagon of Wonders! I am, in all regards. It’s host…and…those things scattered about used to belong the crew.” His tone inflates momentarily. “But we don’t dwell on the past here at The Wagon! The show must go on and so forth.” He said with overwhelming enthusiasm. He dropped his arms, and let Kal go moving his way to the tea-kettle.

Natyala had been watching him all the while. She was cold, soaked to the bone, and just lost her only possession, but the man’s spirits was catching, and there were so many bizarre and exotic things in the place that she couldn't help but be curious. Though she remained silent, she was thoroughly distracted from her distraught. She wouldn't really admit to the curiosity though, she dug her heels in and scorned at everything she saw as if she had to prove she disapproved of its tomfoolery, yet, there was that light in her eye, and it brightened as the man opened a can of  tea-spice she had never even smelled before.

" Plane travel do you? Interesting...What is your name? "

The tiefling watched the man "lag" for lack of a better term, taking a step back warily.

"you could say that." He said as he shuffled through cupboards for glasses. He started to pass around cups. Handing them to Lilliany expectantly. Motioning for her to pass to Mineva, to Maura and Naytala. "Well I used to have a name humans couldn't pronounce...But that doesn't make a good stage name."

The kettle whistled and he set it off the fire.

"So I went with something more catchy." He spread his arms, then took a bow. "I am Twitch! I. Figured it was better to just play along with-" His frame snapped and shivered, then popped back into their world. He motioned to himself. "It gets worse as if I get passionate, it makes any hiding it in my performances impossible. Crowds love it though."

He held up the kettle.

"Tea?"

"Twitch...So what is it you do exactly?"

He took the offered cup from the man after some pause and then at the mans offer of tea he held his cup forward.

" I suppose so "

Maura would receive the cup and the offer of tea with a soft smile and a nod. "Thank you, Mister Twitch. I'd love some. If I may ask..." She starts softly. "What is it you're trying to hide."

He gave Maura a long stare as if he didn't understand what she as asking at first. Then he motioned to himself. "Nice of you to ignore it, but I suffer from a-a. An ailment." He said, his words skipping a beat or two as he cut in and out. "Never found a word for it. Plane-shifting? I'm only about three-fourth-ourths. Here." He stopped talking as he let himself calm down and stop jolting around. "Don't play with plane's kids." he added as his lips rested against the brim of his cup.

His hand waver and the teacup fell out of his hand as it left this plane and returned further down to catch it. He seemed comfortable with his ability to compensate for his loss. Knowing exactly where to catch things, when to put the tea kettle down before put it all over the floorboards.

"As for what I do. I told you. I'm a performer..well..more of an anounc-cer. I had a crew. Knife throwing, fire eating and d-anci-ing. W-we have side show aff-airs. Trinkets from the great beyonds." He motioned a hand across the air at 'great beyond.'

((So I just realized Vox was the last person to post in this thread but it has yet to be wrapped up... I really dunno what else to do here other than Kal would just make sure Natalya gets to safety and sees to getting her a new wagon and horses))

((It kind of trailed off, so yes. You may assume, everyone got home safe and sound. You may also rp that the characters involved have met the NPC.))

(( lol Works for me. ))