"Oh my. The magic used to make this building is incredible!" Baenroth is amazed by the possibility of putting a larger space inside a smaller one, but not so much that he forgot his hunger and thirst. he continues to gaze around in awe as he finds his way to the food and drink. "Sir gnome, are you the architect of this place?" he asks around mouthfuls of food.
I am indeed. I possess great power, but my days of adventuring are over. He pulls out a pipe and lights it. I am a member of a secret society known as The Prophets. We have been tasked with keeping balance in the world. The Oracle told us of prisoners being held in Devil's Tower, so we hired Eldrina to rescue you. Seems like she succeeded.
Baenroth looks down, with a heavy expression, recalling his own near death, and Eldrina's heroic decision to remain behind. "Yes. Though we nearly ruined her efforts though our own hubris, and she may now have paid the ultimate price..." He is silent for a moment before speaking again, "But sir, we aren't, or at least I'm not, of your organization. Why risk your coin and necks for us?"
We risked ourselves because the Oracle told us to. She is our leader and sees things we cannot, particularly the future. She doesn't always have a clear picture, but she did say the prisoners of Devils' Tower would play a part in saving this world. As for payback, I merely ask for help. Our numbers are dwindling and we could use capable warriors to boost our numbers. It would be a risk though, as you are now fugitives. But The Prophets can provide a little protection. We have members and friends in fairly high places. Given time, we may even be able to eliminate your fugitive status. He takes a deep drag from his pipe and releases the smoke in the shape of a dragon.
"Fugitives, yes... I don't even know what crime I supposedly committed! I was simply kidnapped one day and woke up in that tower. At some point there was a change of the guard, but I don't know anything about why I was taken or why I was kept there. Are you saying there was some legal justification for our imprisonment?! And now people will be hunting us?!" Baenroth stops himself and takes a breath. "I'm sorry. I am not frustrated with you or your organization, I'm just flustered. I apologize for raising my voice. You have been a most gracious host. Certainly, I am willing to help, though I must ask, will we ever be able to return to our homes?"
Having ignored Baen temporarily, the gnome looks at him. I know not your past nor your supposed crimes. All I know is that for the time being, you cannot return home and that you will be considered fugitives. In all likelihood though, it will probably only be the drow looking for you. Once we can uncover their plot and stop them from continuing what was happening in that prison, that should all be in the past.
"Then it is in our own personal interest to help you, as well as the interest of the world, and our duty to repay our rescuers. Certainly, good gnome, you have pledge of service, until this threat is eliminated. But there is one thing I would ask of you, to help aid us in whatever quests or missions we might undertake for you. You are clearly a Magus of great talent and power, may I copy any spells from your books for my own use?"
Aid I can provide in some regards. My direct resources are limited, but The Prophets as a whole have many resources. As far as my spell book goes, It has been many years since I have actually used it. I'd need to find it. Most times I am provided with scrolls from The Prophets, but I will see if I can find my book.
Baenroth is going to go Trance for four hours and wait for the Gnome to find his spellbook. Then, since he will be done trancing before the rest of the party is awake, he will prepare his spells for the day. If the gnome finds the book, he will also take some time to copy them into his own spellbook.