On Fendric's introduction, the cloaked man breathes a sigh of relief, and greets the young cleric's hand with his own, firmly, warmly. "I am Elasris, student of Wee Jas. Which is more than the citizenry would know, and I'd be quite grateful if you left it that way -- but for now, it seems beneficial to all parties to have a certain openness."
As he says this the man on the ground begins to stir -- he looks downward, and with his left hand rising upward, right hand pointing down shouts out a firm magical mandate. The man on the ground goes stiff, glassy-eyed, but continues to breathe.
"That should hold him for a little longer..." Elasris comments as he kneels down to shut the man's eyes, before they go dry.
"As for why these other gentlemen 'watched'..." he motions back to the heavier guard out front "...it was to be sure that none joined in the fray, for had they, we would be having a very different conversation now, if we could have one at all." He glances very specifically where at the street where the guard stands, and tries to work up a grin.