A pair of gate guards listen to Grey's questions, informing him there is another gate on the east side of the city, "... and, well, they could have tried to sneak in near the docks, though guards patrol there, too," the gnome says, looking up at you. "But a human with red hair... can't say I've seen a woman like that today. I don't recognize the man's description, either."
"Ale for four of you? Or five?" the dwarven barkeep asks, eyeing Bathra. "Our special tonight is a spicy shark stew, with beans and rice; that ought to give you a sense of the local flavor." He pours four ales, and carries them, two to a hand, over to a slightly larger table near the back of the room.
"Just a jigger of olive oil for me, please," Bathra says as the dwarf places the mugs in front of the four other members of your troupe.