(OOC: I was expecting a response from Abde'ragman or maybe Selua, but I'll just assume Abde'ragman told Ellaria what gate he came through.)
Gaoler's House/Guard Barracks
Ellaria Dawnhorn nods and replies "Very well. I'll go with you to investigate." She rises, slings the bow and quiver over her shoulders, and ushers the strange trio out. Following them outside, she heads to the large barracks next door, and finds the door already open.
Evanar Brewerson has gone into the barracks, the left-side building of the two he had found, and sees the few guards who're in the entry hall, gearing up and getting ready for their shifts. One asks "Hey, what d'ya want, kid?" Another looks him over for a moment and says "You looking to join the guard?"
A few seconds later, Ellaria Dawnhorn is stepping into the barracks, looking at Evanar's back. "You got a reason for being here, boy?" she demands, hands on her hips. Behind the stern-looking sun elfess, another, younger sun elven woman stands outside, along with an even more exotic elven woman, and a swarthy southerner fellow in strange clothes.
West Gate Plaza
Fayne approaches the wounded man and offers him some whiskey. The man looks up, eyes glazed and rimmed with tears, then after a moment's confusion, says "Wh-what...? Th-thank you, stranger!" The injured man drinks deeply of the whiskey, hands it back, and coughs. "My son....." he mutters.
"Those s-psychotic, laughing d-demons.......those awful, awful dog-men..... Th-the gnolls! They took him! Killed my horse, took everything, even my s-son! Oh, gods! The horrible, horrible cackling! Those ugly %!&*!$&$! laughed the whole time! They beat my son, clawed and nipped at me, butchered my horse! Laughing the whole time!" he rants, clawing at Fayne's shirt for a moment, then grabbing the whiskey again and taking another pull from it. He breaks back down into sobbing for a moment afterward. "What am I gonna doooo......?!" he mutters.
House of Mystra
Storn hustles on his stubby dwarf legs until he finally, after much running around, finds the House of Mystra. A small temple with an outer facade of blue-and-white painted limestone pillars, and a circle of stained-glass pieces arranged in Mystra's symbol over the entrance. A pair of red Continual Flames burn without heat or smoke on either side of the goddess' symbol.
Inside, two young human priests idly tend the altar and empty pews, obviously just trying to keep busy. Storn has probably heard at some point, probably from one of Niles' random chats, that Harrowdale's new temple of Mystra has been a big flop and been largely ignored by the Harrowdarrans. Not many people with a knack for the Art here, they say.
At the sound of the dwarf's heavy footsteps on the stone floor, the priests all turn with a start, surprised and glad to see someone visiting their temple. Then they look a bit confused; a dwarf? And a well-armed looking one at that. Surely not a supplicant for the Lady of Mysteries? Maybe an adventurer looking for magical baubles?
One of the young priests, a man that couldn't be more than 20-something, approaches Storn and inclines his head a bit in greeting. "Welcome to the House of Mystra, my friend! May I ask what you seek at this temple of the Mother of All Magic?"
