Al and Erevain
He squeezes her hand, green eyes searching her face. "How are you?"
Lord Ulbrec Dinnsmore - the mayor. He is well-known as a worshipper of Helm, god of watchfulness.
Denham Fisher - paladin and leader of the local chapter devoted to the Red Knight, goddess of strategy.
Koluhm Bonecutter - the mortician. He is a priest of Kelemvor, current god of death.
There are also several priests of other faiths in the militia who work as healers.
Guthewulfe Henghelm - barbarian merchant who is often in town. It is rumored that he used to be a shaman of Tempus.
In the entry hall there are several guards standing at attention. Their armor is mostly mismatched but well cared for, and Alalla recognizes the rapt attention in their posture.
Elytharra's perceptive gaze darts between half-orc and elf, and she raises a thin eyebrow. "Fair morning to you both. What business might you have with the mayor today?" She taps a paper on the desk with long, lacquered nails. "I do not believe you have an appointment."
She looks back to Alalla and purses her lips. "I remember you, Alalla. Your father and uncle could hardly keep your heritage hidden from those who knew what to look for. It was I who encouraged Shawford Crale to allow you into the militia."
The elven woman gestures to a couple of chairs in front of the desk. "The mayor is currently meeting with someone, but he should be nearly finished. There will be some time for you to ask your questions then. Have a seat?"
"I-! You-?" Alalla sits abruptly. When she speaks again her voice is a sheepish croak. "Thank you."
"And who would not notice you? A young girl stronger than most grown men seemed like excellent material at the time. Not that I can take credit for that though. You are the one who put in the years of training. I believe Commander Crale was planning on promoting you when you returned from your trip to check on Deirdre Galloway's caravans." She gestures daintily at the couple. "And here you are!"
She settles back into her chair, almost seeming to lounge, but in the most lady-like way possible. "So! Tell me. What business has kept you from fulfilling your duties here? Surely you have not been honeymooning this whole time!" Her appraising gaze flicks back to Erevain, looking him up and down. He shifts uncomfortably. "Or maybe you have?"
You're making a fool of yourself!
Alalla passes a hand over her face. When it returns to her lap, her expression is smooth once more.
"While I was in Easthaven a messenger from Kuldahar arrived looking for help. The Great Oak was dying, and the townsfolk were suffering terrible circumstances. We had to leave right away in order to be able to make it through the pass.
Since then I've been helping to run a team there to solve the towns problems. They are... bigger than anticipated."
Alalla grimaces behind a hand. "I'm ashamed to say it didn't occur to me until now that Mayor Dinnsmore should be informed about the events in the Spine. We didn't expect to be able to leave or get word out until the snows cleared, but Erevain managed to get a favour from a wizard that let us get away." Alalla gives Erevain a wondering smile, though small in the Lady's presence. She turns back to face her, all business once more. "Its stolen time. We will have to get back very soon."