Alara surveyed the alley with the somber, clinical air of one for whom mass death was once a way of life.
As her allies began securing the captives, the Aundairan caught Liutbrand's eye and raised a single finger, indicating he and the others should wait. She walked quickly back the way she had come, pausing outside of the bar to right the ladder before ducking inside.
The patrons were still milling about as the bartender received a disjointed account of the events in the alley from a pair of returning witnesses. A few warforged looked like they were about to comment, but Alara did not slow to meet their gaze. She simply swept to the center of the room, grabbed the forgotten wine bottle from the table, and strode rapidly out.
As she left, the Dwarf who was already descending the ladder glared daggers at her. But neither said anything and she moved quickly on to rejoin her companions.
She nodded to Liutbrand to signal she was ready to depart.