Act I: Inauspicious Start

When she first sees you, the woman turns to the kenku and says "Lady Ashlyn was not lying, he doe looks like a winged drow..." the after you are finished and you speak the motto of the Lightbringers, she says "Oh good, more Lightbringers, I'll feel even more left out now..."

The kenku looks at you, his eyes sparkling. You suspect that if his facial features were capable of it, he would be smiling right now.
"Suffer no false life brother."
As he takes out a medallion representing a stylized half-sun, half-moon disc. "Yes, the humans here are good people, although the locals seems to be suspicious of non-humans... Survivors you say?"

Kuroi turns towards Weiryn. "Well, it seem I no longer have the honors of being the weirdest-looking Lightbringer... Also, is there such a thing as wing-envy? Anyways, he's called Veroth and apparently he has spotted other survivors to the south of here who are in needs of escorting."

Kuroi will speak. "I'll remain here and help Lady Ashlyn keep an eye out while you guys go find these women. There are still corpses that needs clearing out and I feel it might do some good with the locals if they see a nonhuman helping them out."

You jump (or fly) over the southern barricade, and progress about a hundred feet or so down the street before you finally start hearing a moaning sob which floats through the still, fray streets, hoarse and drained of hope. The sound issues from a darkened, two-story building.

Sa basically, pretty much everyone except Darren and Kayleigh will have noticed that the tavern's named seems to have originally been "The Blood of the Vine Tavern". However, rather recently (a few decades or so) somebody scratched an "N" over the "F", turning its name into "Blodd on the Vine Tavern".
Also, while Weiryn will have noticed a few injured people inside the tavern, nobody seemed to be in dire need of medical attention...

the door is not trapped, and the lock is rather simple. You are in, and surprised to see that the door and windows are not even boarded. The coarse sobbing comes from somewhere upstairs. you carefully follow the sobbing upstairs, alert to the presence of any undead, there seems to be no traces of them, thankfully. You eventually reach a bedroom. This bedroom is painted bright pink with fluffy white clouds. A big yellow sun with a smiling face stares down from the ceiling. A great fairy castle with gleaming crystal windows adorns a wall, with pretty girls and unicorns, and handsome lords painted on its verandas and in the courtyard. A small canopied bed stands in one corner of the room, made up perfectly. Dolls, play-princess crowns, and other little girl’s toys fill shelves. In the centre of the floor sobs a despondent older woman.