"The Lucky Fox has plenty of singing, and Valerio the barkeep gives good advice. It's popular with adventurers, too — I don't know if there'll be anyone who fights with a glaive, but there might be."

"The largest gatherings of wizards are likely to be at the temple of Nethys on Chestnut Street. There is also a temple of Iomedae not far from there, so it should be straightforward to visit both."

There are guards at the city gates, but they don't seem to be checking travel passes, and they don't give their group any trouble.

Some of what the city has to offer is at least reminiscent of the sort of thing found in Egorian — here's a bookstore, here's a dumpling shop, here's a tailor — but far from all of it. This person is selling political pamphlets making two dozen different arguments, some contradictory. This Abadaran has a sign up with pricing for anyone who wants the services of a cleric and doesn't want to walk all the way to one of the temples. These children are begging on a street corner (the Eagle Knights exchange a glance, and then Independence retrieves some leftover sausage and honey-cake rations and offers it to them). This woman is doing an elaborate dance on a street corner involving colorful scarves. This person is theoretically selling cheap jewelry but in practice mostly attempting to teach their cat tricks. These two people are having a loud argument about whether Supreme-Elect Codwin is hot. 

They can split up (wizards and cleric to the temple of Nethys, the other three to the tavern) and plan to meet up again afterwards. (Justice stops a couple of times on the walk to top up a cistern.)

Are proper orphanages Evil?  Or is it just that Andoran really is that much poorer?  Well, it will be a cheap easy source of Good, keep some coppers and food snacks on his person and give some out.  Maybe not having orphanages is a deliberate strategy so everyone can get a little Good pitching in to help them out?

He's looking forward to the temple of Nethys.  Hiding out in the woods did not make for the most intellectually stimulating environment, and even if the dynamic at the temple isn't quite as friendly and open as he hopes, he is third circle now and that should count for something.

This particular temple of Nethys is located in what was once an auxiliary building for Augustana's wizard prep school, though years of modifications have made it nearly unrecognizable as such. 

The central atrium is occupied by a number of projects. A pair of wizards are sitting next to a glass tank containing several rocks and some sort of device; one is repeatedly casting a spell, while the other one peers at the device and notes down something on his paper. A young man is alternating between sketching out a topological structure in chalk on a large slate board and adjusting a physical model made of clay and string. A whole group of people is crowded around someone holding what appears to be a long coil of water; three of them have wet clothing. The unattended projects include half a dozen tubes of colorful liquids sitting under a hemispherical glass cover, a list of notes on the daily weather posted by the door, and a pair of... doorways?... standing freely in the room, located about two paces from each other.

An door in the back of the room leads to the temple's library, and several doors along the right wall lead to smaller rooms, two of which are currently occupied. A closed door in the left wall is labeled with a large sign reading Residential Wing: Do not enter!

"Welcome!" says a child, who looks all of about eight years old. "Can I help you find anything?"

He takes his time looking over the chalkboard and demonstration and various projects.  It’s better than he imagined it.

“I’m, uh, new to the city.  If there is a schedule of planned events and demonstrations and such that would be helpful?”

“Oh, and I guess I’m looking for books on bonded objects, uh, amulets specifically and techniques for transferring them if you have anything on that.”

He’s managed to stop the looted amulet from losing its enchantments in the absence of it’s original maker, but he still hasn’t quite got it fully working for himself yet.

He wonders if the child is a student or apprentice or indenture or the child of someone associated with the temple.  Do they seem nervous at all?

The child does not seem nervous! She's smiling broadly at him. She's got a child-sized desk and a child-sized chair, and is sitting on top of the desk, leaving a mathematics book, an adventure novel, and a stack of papers on the chair.

"You missed the familiar show," she tells him, in a tone that suggests she thinks this is deeply tragic. "This evening Corinna, I mean Learned Natali, is teaching a night-class on Choral-the-Despot-of-Brevoy, and Learned Rattazzi is doing a demonstration on the back lawn of a variation for Cat's Grace. The library is back there" (she points), "you can read in there until half an hour before sundown as long as you don't hurt the books. If you hurt the books you have to pay to replace them and they'll kick you out. I dunno if we have a book on transferring bonded objects, ask the librarian. ...The librarian is Learned Quentale. She's the one that looks like an elf."

"There's a schedule posted by the library door," interjects one of the people with wet clothing. 

The child sighs. "I was getting to that."

It really is perfect.  A dopey smile fills his face.  He probably looks an idiot but he can’t bring himself to care.  (He’s got a headband and a fancy bonded object and an interesting research project so it’s not like anyone that matters would actually think he’s an idiot.)

After an awkwardly long pause he remembers to say something.

“Oh uh, thanks.”

It’s not a normal Chelish thing to say but he’s had a few days to start picking things up from the adventurers that rescued him.  He thinks he could get used to saying thanks.

He goes over to read the schedule and keeps his eyes open for an elf (or polymorphed into elf?) librarian.  

The week's schedule is posted outside the library! Today is Oathday, so most of the events listed are already completed by now, but the events for Fireday include an early morning class on supernatural properties common among aquatic life in the Aspo Bay, an evening class on metamagic in the Nexian tradition, and an evening demonstration of something called a lightning-jar; the events for Starday include a morning class on the poetry of Darl Jubannich, a morning demonstration of an unusual type of channeling (the schedule is unclear on what exactly this involves), and an evening class/demonstration on safety procedures for magical research. Reoccurring events listed on the schedule include a Toilday morning class on Draconic and a series of Wealday evening classes on empyreal lords. Most of the people on the schedule have the title "Learned", but a class discussing known and speculative ways to make Remove Disease more reliable is taught by a Luminary, this week's class on an empyreal lord is taught by an Archivist, and the metamagic class is taught by someone without any title. Those who wish to teach a class, or those with children who are interested in reading or mathematics lessons, are advised to contact Learned Rosa Sanesi. 

There are several people reading in the library, but the librarian is probably the half-elf woman currently frowning at a large leather-bound book. The library itself is divided into several sections; the largest is the section on Magical Theory and Practice, but there are also sections on "Religion", "History", "Natural Philosophy", and "Fiction." (Labels in smaller writing under each placard clarify some of the distinctions here: mathematical texts are shelved with the magic books, except for accounting (shelved under religion); books cataloging beasts that adventurers might encounter are shelved under "Natural Philosophy", even if those beasts are extraplanar in origin; the study of the stars is considered to be "Religion"; and so on.)