Standing in the doorway, Anli frowns.<strong>"Yes, that's me,"</strong>she replies to the Sergeant, her voice tinged with anxiety as her eyes widen a little at the mention of her old guardian.<strong>"Urgent ...?  What happened?  I ... just a moment,"</strong>she says, stepping back to let the watchmen inside for a brief reprieve from the steady cascade of the acrid rain.  Her home is a modest affair, the front door opening to a cozy sitting room adjoining a small kitchen.  A stairwell ascends the wall to the right, and it is there Anli goes, opening a cupboard beneath it to take a heavy, hooded cloak, which she quickly dons over her linen blouse and skirt.<br/><br/><strong>"Varen's ... not in danger, is he?"</strong>Anli says to them warily as she returns to the doorway, apparently prepared to brave the night and rain.