Alma knows his companions and anyone else fleeing the city could use whatever few seconds he can buy them…. So he plays on rumours he’s heard about goblin vanity.
Nargash was it? You are a powerful priest indeed to have bound your soul to this little girl… You must be in full favour of the mighty lord of slaughter.
Hoping the conversation will amuse the creature enough to pause him Alma is none the less ready to flee as soon as the wights charge. He will sprint to the inns front entrance and race up to his room, where he will lock his door and hope his speed and the door will allow him enough time to gather his possessions.