Devaguea was nearby, chatting idly with his citizens, as was his habit on worship days. Mostly he got light grumbling about the lack of proper temples, and a slight undercurrent of unease, but no one was running around screaming for him to be driven out by a horde yet. He rolled his eyes at the song currently playing, wondering if that was indicative of where the bard was from or if it was a herring, before spotting Torak leading a short squad up the street. He glanced at Florix approaching, and nodded to the severe, gaunt looking woman, before nodding to the bard, idly chatting with the other major magical power in the town like they had run into one another. He led the way to one of the benches outside the inn, idly covering for her as she began her casting, since she was here to detect for traces of magical influence. A few minutes after she had arrived, she, Allison and Devaguea were enjoying the inn's beer, being an obvious distraction to the bard as Torak and his short squad finally got to the bard. They waited for him to finish his song, like this was a minor thing, and began asking questions about a series of small thefts that had actually happened in the area, not like he was a suspect, but more like he might have seen something.