While shoving the remaining belongings that he'd taken with him before the fire into a shoddy bag, Felmar walked over to the group. "I'll need to inform the Father of my leaving so I'll tag along." 

The merchant trying to stop the bag from tearing at the seams turns to distractedly towards the girl. "Uuuuh, maybe. I don't know if the..." Felmar looked at her. "Oh, you lived here in the town, right? Then you wouldnt happen to know where we could get a surplus of food or something?"