Phandalin

Rhene says with conviction, "We should trust them. We place our faith in them, and have faith that they will do the right thing."

Qiora just adds, "We could kill 'em. Let 'em go, watch which way they leave, and then follow and sneak up on them in the middle of the night!"

The halfling pauses amid the shocked faces of Rhene, the townmaster, and the Redbrand prisoners, then says, "Wait, did I say that out loud?"

Are those comments based on checks they rolled, or did they not roll? If they're based on rolls, can I ask what the results were?

Bennett nods. "Thank you, ma'am. I'll be good, I promise."

"Please don't tell Glasstaff!" says the Townmaster, practically wailing in his request.

"Don't tell him about what happened today!" says Harbin. "Weren't you paying attention? The Redbrands protect the town, and Glasstaff runs the Redbrands. If he hears about you and what you did, he's going to come to me for answers!"

Calder nods and gets to his feet. Both men look at you all, look to each other, then head out the door.

The townmaster slumps in his chair, patting his sweaty forehead with a cloth.

You all depart Harbin's office, leaving the townmaster sweating in his seat.

Outside, you spy Bennett and Calder hustling out of town, headed northward for the main road and presumably the lands beyond. You also see your horses where you left them.

Across the way, you see Sister Garaele outside at the small shrine, watching the departure of the Redbrands. The elf turns to your arrival.

The Sister bows. Now that you see her outside of her home, you notice that she leans on a makeshift cane and favors a recently-bandaged leg.

Garaele and Rhene engage in a brief discussion centered around their respective faiths. There is no tension between them, as their deities' domains often coexist. Qiora, however, quickly loses interests in the topic of religion.

"Go with luck, my friends," says Garaele to you all. "May Tymora be ever watchful over your shoulder."

"Not individually, no," says Garaele. "I could tell they were Redbrands, though, based on their garb. It seems like you had a hand in their departure, as they're leaving town rather than going to their manor. Fortune already seems to favor you."

She looks at your gesture and blushes. "Oh, it's nothing. I was just running an errand out of town when I stumbled and twisted my ankle. I will be fine."

Garaele then appears thoughtful. "Perhaps, when you are done with your tasks here, I might beseech your assistance?"

Sister Garaele smiles. "I was on my way to visit someone and seek the answer to a particular question," she says. "I can give you more details if you are willing to undertake this venture, and ready to journey on my behalf. You will be compensated, of course."

As far as you can tell, Garaele appears genuine and forthright. You sense no deception in her manner.

Rhene nods. "I would be happy to help in whatever way possible."

Qiora adds her agreement. "Yes. I'd like to know more about this compensation, though."