Grouchy dwarf. "Come to spit in my face?"

What? No, I came to ask you if you had any leads on the Storyteller.

"Oh. Well, the next place we meant to check once we'd retaken the garrison was Blackwing Library, it's where he was last seen. I sent a team there, but they haven't come back."

Oh. Great. Thank you. Where is the Blackwing Library?

Kenabres is very much not the sort of city neatly laid out on a grid and some of the landmarks by which it is navigated are presently on fire but she can get directions to Blackwing Library. She'll have to go through Market Square, that's the place where the people responsible for civilian evacuation have built a bridge over the chasm and therefore the only way one can presently get between sides of the city. 

Since she can't fly, yes, she certainly will have to go through Market Square.

Onward, intrepid followers.

"Mage armor, boss?"

Wouldn't turn you down.

Mage armor! 

And they can venture out into the city. 

They're attacked by demons almost immediately. A dretch like the one that gave Seelah such a hard time yesterday, though she's better prepared for it now and flings herself at it before it can fill the whole area with nauseating fog; a couple deformed hunchbacked clawed things found in the middle of ripping apart one of the city walls. Woljif is in addition to being a bit of a wizard quite proficient at stabbing things, and Anevia without a broken leg is much better than before at shooting them. 

And Bella can sense survivors; cowering in their cellars, looting their neighbors' houses, dragging a elf off down an alleyway over there...

Bella stands there with the sword, waiting to see if it'll do the thing and kind of hoping it won't. She can't distinguish "looting" from "in their own homes", not usefully, but she can distinguish the elf from everybody else and makes a sharp turn, breaking into a jog.

Then she will encounter (in the lead, but not by very much, because her team is aware she would ideally not be in the front line of any fights that start) three men dragging a badly scarred elf onto the steps of a fancy marble building, arguing all the way. 

     "I don't think this is going to work," one of them is saying to the others. 

            "It's our only chance! Iomedae, please accept this sacrifice as proof of our devotion!"

Is... that a thing, Bella asks Seelah. It's not beyond the realm of possibility but if Iomedae is racist against elves or something it might conceivably not have come up.

"No!!! That's very much not a thing - what - stop that immediately -"

- the men look variously guilty and relieved. 

"Who told you that Iomedae wants people sacrificed to Her? What kind of rock do you live under?"

"They're scared," says the elf girl. "They don't know how to be safe, so they try things that don't work, but that aren't quite as frightening as being powerless. - oh, Woljif! Hi, Woljif!"

Introduce us? Bella asks Woljif.

"I don't know who she is."

"We used to play together! We'd play castles, and dig up things that people can eat, and watch the grownups in the streets and make up stories about how they got all their stuff. But then Woljif and his friends started to throw rocks at me, so I had to stop playing with them."

"It was a really long time ago."

Ah. Well. Hello. I'm Bella, this is Seelah. You three, clear off - she adds, gesturing at the men. Quit trying to sacrifice people.

They will scatter! 

"I'm Ember."

Nice to meet you, wish the circumstances were better. Uh, we've got stuff to do, you good to - find your way home or whatever you were doing before those guys accosted you?