"Kuldahar!" Ilmadia gasps. "It's a good thing you told me. Thank you, Zenithral." She snaps her fingers and Druzil, in his true imp form, appears in his special loft. "Tell Malavon to cease all hostilities. He is to arm Zenithral with arrows and the finest longbow we have available, then find the gnome Nancy and deliver them both unharmed to the intruders. They are all to leave immediately. If they refuse, resume the defence. You can supervise, and let the wizard know I'll be...displeased with any deviation from my orders."
Ilmadia rushes to a bookshelf and picks an ornate box off the shelf. She returns to Zenithral and presses it into his hands.
"My dear boy." She embraces him and holds him close. "I've been so anxious since I learned that you were roped into all this. I'll rest so much easier knowing you've abandoned this foolish mission." She pulls away reluctantly. "You don't have to live the life your grandparents picked for you. I look forward to seeing the one you find for yourself in the south."
With that, Ilmadia steps back, speaks a few arcane words, shimmers, then disappears.