"Uhhhhhh.  We're looking for three and a half adventurers.  Here."

“We were told to look for someone dead and someone in a guise, and to watch out for a man with a colorful eye. I assume that you’re probably the person in a guise?”

"Seems possible."

“Bards totally suck. I wanna find the dead guy, did your crow senses pick up on any dead guys?”

"Uhh.  No."

“Laaame.”

“I suppose their deadness is metaphorical or otherwise non-obvious? Or they might just be about to die momentarily, or - I really don’t understand bards at all.”

“Ugh.”

He hops off of the rooftop - probably the druid person can get down on their own - and looks around for anyone vaguely interesting.

Yup.  She leaps off, turns into a bird on the way down, and - crashes directly into someone in the air.

She rights herself and turns to float briskly away without responding.

Zeke jumps up, grabs onto a street lamp, holds onto it with one arm, holds Kamin with his other arm, and blocks her path.

”- hey, are you dead?”

“- um, that’s not a threat or anything, there was a cryptic bard.”

“Yeah.”

"Not that I'm aware of."  She rolls her eyes.  Floats back from them a little bit.

“... um, what are some other distinguishing factors - do you know fourteen secrets?”

"What's it to you."

" - We know fourteen, too . . ."

“Um! The bard seemed like they were trying to set up an adventuring party, and normally adventuring parties all know the same number of secrets, and Zeke and I both also know fourteen. So you’re probably the fourth person and you’re just metaphorically dead in some way.”

"Uh-huh.  Sure."  Time for her to turn and fly away, she thinks.

Zeke hops down from the pole.

”This is dumb and we’re going to an inn. Birdy Mcbirdperson can follow if they wanna, I’m gonna go find a place with really nice sheets.”

The crow appears from between some buildings to follow Zeke.

The raven flaps after the flying woman.

"It's uhhhh.  Pretty dangerous to ignore bards, you know."

"You must think I'm pretty idiotic not to know that, hm.  Well, I'm also not idiotic enough to think that everyone - or even most people - who say they were sent by bards aren't lying.  Especially when they don't actually say anything prescient."

"Uhhhh . . ."

"I'll see you later if it turns out you weren't just trying to get a master of transmutation on your side for free, I assume.  And if not, well."  She shoves the bird away with a gust of wind, takes off flying in the other direction, and makes a bank of fog to disappear into.