Xadira:
You sense some magical items here and there, small trinkets really with mostly residual magic. But as you walk around you find one room in particular that glows with magical energies. The room has a high-elf sitting behind a desk. A large metal vault behind him is aglow with magic. There are attendants walking here and there putting magical items in lock boxes behind the desk and A few l working in other desks off to the side area. They are writing numbers and dates in large tomes, cataloging everything. With the detect magic spell this room is almost so brightly glowing with magic you inadvertently squint a bit as you look at it.
Upon youe eventual return to your room you will find not only robes that look exactly like your old ones, to the smallest stitch, but your original clothes are there as well, they are immaculate. They didn't even look this pristine the day you first purchased them. There are two more outfits that are amazingly trendy in comparison to the plain robes and garb most of the other Daggers have been sporting.
Utes:
You get 4 hours of uninterrupted sleep. However it isn't easy sleep. The same images that have been cycling keep moving through your mind. The prince. The hooded figure. The bottle of something darker than obsidian. The bodies strewn across the tavern. The prince. The hooded figure. The bottle. The bodies. You can't seem to get the images to stop cycling. Waking brings a small sense of relief from the images.
Aelar:
Feeling refreshed you find that you are given a clean set of clothes from the storeroom that Crolwell got his from. You also find that they sell basic adventuring gear and armor here as well. As you are not fully fledged members they will sell them for standard market price.
[ GM: The prices set in the PHB for adventuring gear and basic weapons ]
Crolwell:
Really you just see a very very large main hall with a lot of small hallways leading off from it. There are lots of books here, for those of interest, but no flubas. Doesn't seem to be much of a room without flubas.
Everybody:
As you all, in turn, make your way to the cafeteria you find A large banquet table filled with food. If there is a single animal that you have heard could be roasted, boiled, or stewed, it seems to be on this table. There are also fresh in season fruits and small desert cakes dotted along the long table. The hall goes down a long way and there is another filled table on the other side. There are servants constantly bringing new foods out to the table and clearing plates from those who have eaten and left. As you walk past the table looking at food a roasted duck comes out on a platter past you still sizzling on the spit.
Even Utes, in her time with royalty, has never seen a banquet quite as grand. Barrels of Ale and Mead are being tapped in between the banquet tables. You will not go hungry this night at all.