The fight broke out over breakfast and Evyrless didn't say a word. She could've helped, maybe even be the good little cleric and stop the scuffle altogether as soon as the Dragonborn pounced. She didn't. She just carried on with her meal, looking on at the events with stoicism. If they actually did kill each other, she figured, then it wouldn't be in her place or her interest to stop it. After all, there were no combatants or traitors among them. But when the Druid spoke of the Gate, she suddenly called her own passivity into question. She sought not to meddle with the locals but it became quite evident that it was perhaps in her best interests to break her own rule. The threat on Lorenthar's life was lifted before she realized the fault in her inaction, and the Druid was no worse for wear. 

In the midst of all this, the songs of morning birds suddenly ceased. Looking about, Evyrless found that visitors were upon them. A great many visitors, in fact. But as they spoke to the man-lion, then subsequently the drake, it was made clear that they were well-intentioned visitors. Drajhan spoke of the Gate to them and Evyrless unseated herself to approach the Firbolg leader. "Yes, the Gate. How do we bring it back? Must we conjure a new one? Can we scry to see if it's caught in another plane?" She spoke as calmly as her composure could allow with her near-frantic questioning. Pulling at her amulet and displaying it to the chief Druid, she said, "Death is a friend to nature, and in her name I will do all that I can to see your Gate to the Feywild restored."

[hider=Roll] Possibly unnecessary Persuasion roll. Just in case. 
19. http://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/2302[/hider]