Patrick had half imagined he was losing it, hearing things. But then it's louder. And he catches sight of that owl emerging... carrying an owl purse. Umm.

Well.

He couldn't help but stare for a moment. It wasn't often that Patrick Leary found himself speechless. Huh. Slowly, he lifted the CiD up once more. "Hawa... I think an owl may have robbed you."

And there was his voice, right out of that little pouch. It was then he noticed that the rune against his wrist was growing somewhat hotter, even warmer than it seemed to be normally since he'd arrived in this city. He looked back up to the owl -- who was staring at him, wasn't he?

"Umm..."