It takes a great effort of will for Elisani to keep herself from rolling her eyes. As it is, she doesn't quite manage to suppress an exasperated sigh. "That went well." Her tone is drier than Rahadoum in summer. "Given that the one being in this building who might have the information we seek- the spellcaster- is currently escaping, I suggest we pursue."
Oh, Caleb, how I wish you were here! The silver-tongued halfling has a gift for smoothing ruffled feathers. A skill that Elisani has never been able to grasp, despite her best efforts. And if anyone here possesses such skill, they did not see fit to use it. I shall simply have to do my best with what resources I possess.