The grimalkin moved quietly in the guise of a common housecat. The small form and low light vision of the cat form was the best for the job. He needed to find the party, though the tell tale signs of battle were not coming to him. Either the party were not in battle as often, or they were beyond the range of his hearing.

Chmeorl came to an open doorway. He walked quietly to the door, and stole a glance in. Inside was a very angry ogre mage. He was packing all his various items, while complaining about "stoopid ghosts" and "wicked things". Once last quick glance around his room, a quick mutter, and he disappeared with a soft pop.

Apparently, the party had been here, and the Ogre Mage was harrassed by the ghost, in what form, Jeremy had no clue. This party could annoy any creature, should they choose. They had endless possibilities to do harm/good, and they generally chose to annoy/harrass. Jeremy smiled, this was his kind of party.

A quick spell, one given to Jeremy by The Green Man for use in his job, revealed that the party was moving generally south. Jeremy bound south, further south than the party, in an effort to head off the party. He would meet with them nearer their goal.

Quietly and quickly, the grimalkin shifted to a rat, to get past the orc barbarian to get into the entry hall that the party had to pass. There he would again watch the party, for this, was the entry hall to the gnomish inventor that had the Heart of Cold.