Lifting her hands in a gesture of non-confrontation, Clover backs away and peeks out the window at the dusty streets, looking to see if the smallish man from the gate or the ogre have paid any mind, or followed the party.  At Maddy's question, she answers with a soft shrug, then seems to return to the matter at hand.<br/><br/>"If this gentleman isn't able to offer any insight, we should ask at the tavern--<em>tactfully</em>."  For some reason, she looks over at Nara pointedly.  "We could secure some lodgings, while we're at it, in the hope that we return alive.  Of course, from all the closed shops, it's probably safe to say there won't be much competition for rooms."<br/><br/>Again, she glances out the window.  She lowers her voice and speaks to Madeline, Joshua, and Maddy-- "Is it common for full-blooded ogres to simply be milling about, like that one we passed outside?"  Shaking her head.  "Regardless... holy-roller types go and knock at the church, barflys go check at the tavern, we pool our information at the inn over tea and, ta-da." She flourishes her hands to emphasize that the rest should-- she hopes-- fall into place.  She wears a lingering grin like an expectant, affectionate cat's.