Noggs, your knocks are met with a crippling silence. A moment passes.

When one of you attempts to open the door, you hear a voice from above you. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

You all look up to see a hooded figure on the roof, pointing a bow down at you.

"I'm sure we can resolve this peacefully, so why don't you step away from the door and tell me who you are?"

Finn backs away and looks up to the figure. “We are travelers and unfamiliar with the area. We were attacked in the forest and hoping to find some shelter and a friendly face in town.” 

Finn tosses his cloak back and shows his hands. “We are armed, but only for our own safety.”

The hooded figure pauses for a moment.

"Where do all of you come from? You clearly aren't from around here."

"We are not - we are distant travelers who are now lost. Will you help us?"

Noggs scoffs lightly and chuckles at the abrupt responses from his companions. Then he says, "What my recent acquaintances mean to say is that we are collectively a group of people from places that may not even be this world. We're lost and while we can hold our own, so far, against whatever is in the woods, we need a place to shelter and figure out just what the hell is going on. Perhaps you'd appreciate a bit of tit-for-tat? Quid pro quo? I'm an artisan and blacksmith, handy with repairing things that don't work like they should. I'd be 'appy to help out where I can in exchange for a fire and some grub."

"Other worlds? Great. Just when I thought all the insanity was over. Of course more Planeswalkers show up the second the previous issue was resolved."

The hooded figure jumps off the roof, landing on the ground with a roll to break his fall.

"The sooner I get you out of here, the sooner you're out of my hair. Who are you and what planes are you from?"

 Noggs's face wears a confused grin and he blinks several times before managing to say, "I'm sorry, but the hell did you just say? You've met others like us?"

"Yeah. And your kind brings nothing but trouble. Planeswalkers have brought enough trouble here lately. We don't need any more. So I'll ask again: who are you, and what planes are you from?"

Finn’s mind wanders at the stranger’s words. A planeswalker? Like the great Ajani? He bring himself to focus again. “I’m Finn of the Wildshadow. I come from a world called Alara. I assure you, we do not want to cause trouble. Only some assistance to survive the night.”

"Beshlog Stonebreaker," the giant says. "From the world of Zendikar."

Noggs scoffs and says, "I must be be the least informed cad here." He grins. "I'm Noggs, from New Capenna. I'm a Riveteer, through and through." It's only for a flash, but he seems to reconsider his last statement.

"Alright. I've heard enough. This plane is called Innistrad. It's a world of monsters. On most planes, the humans are counted among the hunters. Here, they're the prey. While you are on this plane, you'll have to fight for your life against vampires, zombies, werewolves, spirits, and demons. The odds are not in your favor."

Finn mutters to himself, “Hmm, silver moon makes much more sense now.” He looks up to the stranger, “Will you help us survive the night? We can fight if it comes to it and you can be free of us in the morning.”

"Yeah. I can do that. I wouldn't advise staying here, though. This whole damn town is a death trap." The hooded man leaps off the roof, doing a roll when he lands to break his fall. 

"We'll head east. Towards Thraben. It's not as safe as it used to be, but it should be a good enough base until you all get off the plane."

“Thank you, friend.” Finn scans the area looking for any lurking threats. He also examines the nearby plant life, looking for some mistletoe.

Perception: 16

Nature: 14

Finn, you search the area for threats and find none. Unfortunately, as you are rummaging through the plant life, you realize that none of these plants are quite like what you know. It seems the plants here on Innistrad have evolved differently than the ones on Alara. Any of the areas of the Alara.

Noggs listens and looks like he's considering the words as he grimaces before grinning, "Right. This place: bad turf. Thraben: maybe safe. I'm no good at navigating anything other than city streets and a buildings guts, but if we need anyone to be in the way of a nasty bite, I'm your devil. East, you said?" Noggs proceeds to turn in a slow circle looking in all directions before shrugging and smiling.

"Guess that works for me," Beshlog says, slinging his axe over his shoulder.

Beshlog will attempt a Survival check to figure out if any of the strange plants Finn found are edible. Survival: 19

A’ro just stays quiet as people say where they are from taking it all in “Shall we get going then?” He asks looking at his companions.

Beshlog, you cannot tell if any of the plants are edible, as the usual signs that indicate edibility aren't there. 

"I'm ready to move whenever all of you are. I would recommend leaving soon because there's no telling when the residents of this town will be back."