Once he gets close, he can see that she has a delegate's mark on her hand. She's attempting to wrangle a small child, maybe three years old, through the streets.

"I'm trying to figure out where to bring this child. His mother was killed in the fighting last night." That's a safe neutral phrasing that leaves it ambiguous which side of the fighting his mother was on. "I'm sorry for my ignorance, sir, but I'm here for the convention, I've only been in town for a few days."

“I’m new to town myself, but I’ve been here a bit longer, I rode in on my casting of mounts as fast as I could after I was elected.”

There, that advertises he is a wizard, and if she’s a delegate her stipend means she has money to spare, so he doesn’t even have to feel bad about charging a premium if she wants a spell…

But, he’s been working on Goodness, so maybe he should try to help without expecting a sale or due payment afterwards.

“Have you tried seeing if anyone knew the mother and knows any kin of hers?”

He is ignoring the child as best as he can.

"I don't know how I'd find them. She was the innkeeper at the inn I was staying at, but it was just her, she didn't have a husband."

Okay, this is problem he can figure out to solve.  He’s always been great at finding angles on things even if his solutions are sometimes evil.

“So… I assume you checked with people staying and working at inn… her inn doesn’t exists as an island, she may have had loans at the bank, people she bought from, taxes she paid.  Surely someone most know some kin of hers we can pass the child off to.”

He did not mean to say ‘we’, he’s fine spending a few minutes helping someone, but a morning wasted is too much.

"The other people who worked there were all gone when it happened and none of them had come back this morning yet. I know her name was Àïxa and she ran the Glass Rabbit Inn, but I don't know who I'd talk to in a city to find anything just from that. Do you?"

"Àïxa is my mama," says the child.

Well, it looks like this is going to be his morning.  He continues to ignore the child as best he can.

“The Church of Abadar should be well organized with any loans or dealings the Glass Rabbit Inn has with them.  I don’t know what government building would have records on Àïxa.  I at least know the nearest Abadaran temple.  But both of them might be busy given… recent events.”

"I don't know where the Abadaran temple is either."

“Do you want me to walk you to it?”

And then he can bail with a good deed done without further obligation!

"I'd appreciate that, sir."

“Then follow me this way, the closest temple of Abadar isn’t too far.”

Should he make smalltalk?  Or risk discussing the convention?  Maybe one of the safer more obvious things, like the slavery vote?

She follows him, bringing Ot along with her.

"I'm glad we rejected the works of Asmodeus," she says when he brings up the slavery vote. She thinks of slaves as the sort of thing that's only relevant to people much, much richer than her, but it's obvious what the right answer here is.

“I’m also glad.   And I’m surprised so many voted against rejecting slavery and Asmodeus.”

Oh no, she's not sure what she's supposed to say to that. 

"I hope they'll reconsider now that we've clarified the issue."

He’s glad he has so many people he’s doing clearly better than, but he’s not sure if it’s good to say that.

“Indeed, I thought the issue of slavery was clear enough in advance, it should be even more blatantly obvious what the right and good answer is now that good citizens like us have voted against slavery.”

Oh good, that doesn't sound at all like he's planning on having her executed at all. She nods.

He is content to walk in silence for a bit before bringing up one more question before they reach the temple.

“Are you on any interesting committees?  I’m on one led by a Paladin.  And another committee I’m on, on magic, has some very interesting and promising ideas.”

After seeing the extent of the riots, he’s even optimistic the Queen might actually use some of the convention’s ideas, so his loan problems could be solved cleanly once and for all!

"I'm on the Forests Committee. We were going to present a proposal to the convention yesterday morning, but we got distracted by all the arguing."

Shit, what’s the Good orthodoxy on Forests and Druids?  He’s pretty sure killing everything in them is evil, and letting monsters run rampant is also evil, and he’s not sure of how to thread the needle between those options in a way that comes up Good.

“Huh, interesting, what proposal did you all come up with?”

He tries to sound nonchalant with his question.  If he can find out the proposal in advance, he can figure out the Good way to vote on it in advance!

"We voted that the Queen and the wizards she was working with should go to the Whisperwood to close the portal to Hell there and kill the dragon, and that we should send ambassadors to the other two forests, and that monsters shouldn't eat people. Yesterday during the meeting we also voted on the things the elf woman was talking about during the morning, with the dryads and the logging."

Okay that actually sounds like stuff he knows how to vote on.

“And we are here…”

The temple, being one of the smaller secondary ones, seems not to have been the target of looters or a mob.  There are lots of people milling about, perhaps waiting on a channel or some other service or taking refuge at the temple for lack of better options.

Fernando tries to sound confident.

”Who is responsible for updating records and such in response to last night’s events? I have uh, information, uh about a nearby business that may be relevant!”

Come to Cheliax, they said, it'll be great, it's an untapped market, you can make so much money just from being a remotely competent and trustworthy financial institution. At least in Absalom they have something resembling rule of law, most of the time. 

"I am, but we're a bit overstretched at the moment," he says. "We're still offering the standard bounties for information pertinent to our operations, but if you want to jump the line it'll be five silver."

5 silvers isn’t cheap even with his stipend, and if he waits here, maybe he will see someone he can sell an infernal healing to.

“Uhhh… I’m fine waiting.”  

He glances over at Tais to see if she wants to pay five silvers to move things along faster.

"Waiting is fine with me."

The Abadaran gestures them into a line.

He gets into line and turns to Tais.

“Let me know if you see anyone that looks like they’ve got money to burn and no time to waste that needs healing, I prepared some infernal healings this morning.”

Probably it won’t offend the Abadarans too much if he sells a spell or two in their temple?  It would be really hypocritical if they took offense.  And he doesn’t care as long as they don’t have a way of acting against him.