[The unflattering nightshirt is a charm point. Truly. At least to Hythlodaeus.

The clearing they lead to is lit by dozens of little floating jars holding fireflies. It's not a great light source but they probably have good night vision. And it's pretty. Somewhere in the shadows a violin and cello sit, enchanted and ready. All simple magic even a mortal could do.

Hythlodaeus stands in the clearing and proffers a bow when Emet arrives, holding one hand out.]