As you draw near the great tent you see Baerevan (and his companion), Parker and Kerkley appear. There is no flash, they are simply there when they previously were not. Beside them, near the entrance to the tent, are twelve halflings, all armed with short swords and admantium chain mail. The tallest of the group Ari recognizes as Avoreen. He has none of the cheerful, celebratory look about him that you saw at Stasis' castle. His troop are all watchful and relax only slightly when they see all of you and your companions.
Avoreen goes to Baerevan. "My friend, you are wounded!" The gnome waves him off, "Lord Corellon has seen to it as best he can. A glass or three of Asgard's best mead will see me right." Avoreen's face reddens. "That cur, to strike at one of the powers of the Elder Children over the defeat of his wretch of a son; who was clearly at fault."
"Phobos has never been accounted among the brightest but this foolishness is a new low. For him or any of the Olympians."
Avoreen turns to all of you: "My friends, tents have been summoned for all of you. If you are not completely safe already you will be when the new day dawns. For now these are matters that must be discussed among the powers."