They'll take her in.

Request (Diplomacy) vs. DC 15. 1d20+5=18. She's on a roll.

The four adventurers glance at one another, communicating silently for a few moments. Finally, Jamir sighs and nods, and Hal smiles. "All right then, Gilia. You can come with us." Gilia's heart leaps. "This is going to be dangerous. I hope you know that. You are definitely going to have to stay out of the way."

"Yes, I will. Whatever you say," Gilia says eagerly.

"Fine," Hal says with a small smile. "You'd best go, now. Meet you at first light outside the tavern."

"All right," Gilia says breathlessly. "Thank you. You won't regret it!" Hal just gives her a smile and a nod, and waves her away. As the door closes behind her, Turuk growls in frustration.

"I still need to fuck something," he says.

"Stop looking at me like that," Bodill rumbles.

Outside, Gilia creeps to the landing of the stairs. She pauses there, listening carefully. Did Luron head out yet? It sounded like he was cumming, earlier...