Before the group begins moving, Nethezar interjects, "At the risk of sounding contrary, if Erdolliel was responding to a voice, I didn't hear it. If it was in her head, it very well might have been coupled with a mind controlling effect. There are quite basic spells that could accomplish this, much like what I did with the guards." The scholar shrugs. "I would detect magic to see if there is a lingering aura, however, the spells able to accomplish this are so basic that their auras would, undoubtedly, have already dissipated. But we can learn more by making our meeting."
It takes only a couple minutes to walk to the Caravan Park. It is well-named, as what would be empty space is filled tightly with wagons, tents, and makeshift shops. At this time of night, the bar is easy to find. It is a large tent, with flaps wide open, with music and laughter pouring out.
Inside are makeshift tables and stools consisting of barrels or whatever else might be suitable to sit upon. The "bar" itself is little more than a roped-off area in the center of the tent, within which sit kegs of beer and wine. Customers appear to bring up their own mugs and even waterskins to get them filled. A sloppily written sign advertises rental of the house mugs, for those that don't have their own.
Looking around, the trio doesn't see anyone that appears to be Eligos. For the moment, at least, no one appears to have taken much interest in your arrival.
