As you prepare to deal with the situation, you each hear (though, you don't know the others hear it) a voice. It sounds like a whisper directly into your ears.
"You'll not be able to get mounts from Faraday now. But I may be able to help you, if you will head my counsel." The voice, obviously male, and mature, speaks with a soft, assured confidence.
Nethezar snickers to himself. "The sage," he says quietly. And, it seems, based upon what you remember from your brief encounter buying scrolls a couple days past, that the voice does belong to the town sage.
"The town is not safe for you. If you wish my counsel, head north out of town..." The sage proceeds to give you quick directions to a particular grassy knoll that should be easy to find and sufficiently away from observers.