[@Gordian Nought]
[center][h3]Storage, second floor[/h3][/center]
While Father Falconmoon was surprised to see such an intense act of thankfulness, he let the druid go on with the kissing of his holy symbol until they were done on their own. He saw no reason to deny the man his way of thanking the god that had seemingly freed him from... whatever it had been that had ailed them. As the fellow spellcaster pulled back, Falconmoon brushed his symbol against the bottom of his sleeve. And then he listened to what the druid had to say.

The man seemed to be carrying as convoluted story as stories go, at the very least on the scale of what he had ever heard in Greenest, but now a chapter would be coming to an end... a chapter he had shared with the female voice even the clergyman himself had heard earlier. And he could tell it was a great weight off the druid's heart. Father Falconmoon smiled and nodded. "If you ever find yourself in trouble, child, remember the blessing of Chauntea you received tonight. The gods will help those true and smite the wicked. You, child, are part of the smiting blade, for you already have rescued their faithful fold. Best of luck with your endeavours", he wished. There would likely not be much more to discuss after this.

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[@Norschtalen][@Lucius Cypher][@Ryonara]
[center][h3]Basement, guard station at Old Tunnel entrance[/h3][/center]
The quite obviously outsider of a guard raised a hand onto the chin of his mask, rubbing it for a moment as if it was his own. He seemed to be truly considering the words of the bard, but this was interrupted by one of his friends saying a few words in the strange language they spoke, which obviously weighed on his decision. Finally as he returned his hand onto the handle of his scimitar, the guard sighed and shook his head. "No. Big boss said none are to go. So none go. Big boss said only with permit. I do not want to fight big boss and the attackers. Not a good fight."

It would not be hard to deduce that the 'big boss' the man was talking about was either the castellan or the governor himself, but it seemed the man was content with just following the orders he had received. They would either need to break through here (which would quite possible be a dumb move) or seek to obtain this 'permit' these clowns seemed to be so fond of.