Continuing his whirlwind shuffling of the cards, the gnome giggles slightly at Arianna's question. " 'Weave time'? No, my dear, I keep my hands off of time; it simply allows me look in on it, although I've been having some trouble in doing so as of late, not all of which is due to my own limitations, you see, which is why you all have been coming here." Reaching the end of that rather lengthy and winding thought, the gnome stops shuffling suddenly, flipping over the top card. The image on it is a shadowy haze, and as the halfling and the merwoman watch, it begins to shift before their eyes. Though they can discern little, they do see a brief flash of what looks like the outside of the Dunn Wright Inn. "Ahh!" the gnome exclaims, "The third has arrived." Giving a slight bow to the women, he says, "You'll excuse me for a moment, my dears."
Opening the door, the gnome circles back around the still-sleeping half-orc (the pile of drool substantially larger now), and makes his way through the tavern over to the corner where the tiefling is just finishing his snack. "Finally! I was beginning to worry about yourself. Truth be told, you're the one I was particularly looking forward to - got to have some brains for the trip, I always say. Come, come, come..." he trails off, taking the tiefling's hand in an effort to lead him to the back room.