Moving into the walled area she was met by a pair of guard slooking right at her, but they tensed and seemed to decide that they had no business pausing her, recognising the monk. Nonetheless as the monk made his way to the tower, it was found standing. The elf was inside, resting back in the armchair, looking exhausted, with partially burned robes, but the elf did not appear to be hurt, at least not in a way that would stand out.<br/><br/>"You're back." The elf's voice spoke up. "Good. Someone's aware that there are pieces in this area. Mercenaries struck, hired thugs. The guards took most of them down. They had spellcasters, rogues, and warrior adventurers. They even had people at our inn. Attacking the guards from<em>inside</em>the settlement. They were defeated, but now we have many wounded heroes, a jail full of prisoners, and a lot of bodies to bury. The surviving mercenaries first job is going to be to fix the walls, manual labor, in chains."