Alia noticed some discrepancy with Xavalzo's words, mainly with the "wander for about a week through the woods to get here" and "my uncle's tavern" part, but decided not to question it for now. The truth would become clear in time. 

As for the conjurer, he had suddenly collapsed. Alia sighed, having expected that to happen. "[color=f7976a]After I just warned him too,[/color]" Alia said disappointingly. She got off the stool she was sitting on and went over to him, saying, "[color=f7976a]I'll take care of him.[/color]" Alia climbed up the stairs to where Edric was and knelt down, flipping him over. The step his face landed on now had a sizable crack and dent in it, which was probably the cause of the [i]crack[/i] sound, and Edric's face itself was now covered in blood. The wound itself, however, was not that bad. Alia put her palm an inch away from Edric's face and muttered a few incomprehensible words. Alia's palm glowed light blue, and the wound on Edric's face healed, although the blood remained. 

Alia then grabbed Edric by the underarms and began to drag him up the stairs. It was a tiresome effort, but it was manageable. Alia then managed to get Edric seated on a chair, and took a second to take a breather. She had forgotten what it was like to drag people away. Specifically, her former master after a night of drinking. The deed was done now, so Alia began to explore the second floor, or at least the part that could be explored, having almost immediately found hallway blocked off by a pile of rubble. Alia could have just blasted it with a spell, but she supposed Xavalzo was right about the state of the building and decided not to risk it. Instead, she went over to the balcony looking over the main floor and asked, "[color=f7976a]There's a pile of rubble blocking a hallway. Could someone do something about that?[/color]"