Ismark ignores Mary's defense of her daughter's propriety and waits for a while longer. Seeing no movement from the crowd, he turns back to the others. "Well, I believe I know what happened, but I've no way to be sure. Anyone got any ideas?"
Ismark's lips thin out as he presses them together. He turns back to Mary. "Mary, we have examined your place and found marks when a man has scaled the wall. But it is impossible to find the tracks elsewhere."
"There is nothing else we can do right now, but I promise that we will continue searching for her."
Skorl continues his slumber, his snores echoing like the bellows of a dwarven worked forge. How he can doze in his heavy armor is anyone's guess, but the half-orc certainly looks to be comfortable.