Ignore the figure.

I don't have time to waste on distractions. It's probably some kind of trap, anyway. I stride past the place where the figure disappeared, keeping a watchful eye out in case of ambush. Nothing happens. I shrug. Guess I'll never know what that was.

I keep walking down the road. Soon enough the village of Suppleton comes into view. It looks like a small, friendly place, no more than a handful of cottages gathered around a single inn. Somewhere in here must be somewhere who can tell me where to look for the Queen of the Pixies.