"Ye - "

Caw.

"Uh, no, actually.  But," a bit rote, "is three people really so much more than two?  If it's just three?"

“The writer’s room can strike ‘he’, ‘she’, and ‘they’ from the script and we can call it square. Do you like squares?”

"Uhhhhhhhh.  They're fine?"

“Stop by the square with a blue bush and three street lamps around it, on the road that passes the clocktower; do not pass go, collect three and a half adventurers for your trouble. I already talked to some of them, later, they’re fun. Go then into the catacombs beneath the heavenly train, yada yada. Toodles!”

She disappears in another puff of smoke. 

Well.  This wasn't actually that much more confusing than most interactions she has with people who don't fit on her shoulder.

Time to go find out what's around . . . just about every clocktower in the city, apparently.

Probably she'll be more help if she -

- takes to the air as well.

Elsewhere, later -

“We’ve been walking around for, like, fifteen minutes, and the sun is setting and stuff. D’you wanna just find an inn?”

(Kamin isn’t sure that ‘we’ is the appropriate term, there, given that Zeke is feeling justifiably paranoid and has therefore opted to bridal carry him around town.)

“I don’t really know that much about how fatespinning works, but, um, Jade says that we should keep going for at least another fifteen minutes? And if we don’t find anything interesting in that time frame then it was probably a more long term prophecy.”

(Zeke feels justifiably paranoid an awful lot! His boyfriend is very adorable and very fun to carry around and also very squishy.)

“Cool. I’m bored, so we’re gonna go roofhopping instead of staying on the ground, unless you super object?”

“That seems fine?”

“Nice.”

He casually hops twenty feet up onto the nearest rooftop, Kamin still in his arms, and then leaps onto the next one over, and then the next one, and so on. Someone dead, someone in a guise, watch out for the man with the colorful eye, someone dead, someone in a guise...

A blackbird swoops in a few feet off to his side, and falls into - step? flap - with him.

... probably it would be rude to just, like, grab it. Not that rudeness usually stops him from doing whatever he wants, but he doesn’t want it to suddenly turn into a dragon or anything and it seems like that sort of day.

He stops after a few more rooftops and turns to face it. 

It circles him a few times, spiraling until it's pretty far above his head, and caws.

A moment later, it's joined by another bird, more than twice its size, who glides down in front of Zeke and -

- turns into a very buff (compared to baseline; she looks rather scrawnier next to Zeke) and attractive human woman.

"I don't suppose either of you is in any meaningful sense half an adventurer."

“No comment. Have you, per chance, made the recent acquaintance of a witchy-looking human woman speaking exclusively in riddles and quips?”

"We did."

“And what exactly did she tell you?”

"'Rude.'  'My poppycock is irreparable, my gibbers are jibbed, and within a week the embarrassment of this event will make my willpower dissolve into a fine, delicious stew, heated over the flames - '"

“Less exact than that.”