[ Astarion's gaze follows Iorveth's, up into the night sky that's quickly beginning to turn to the early morning sky. This sunlight sensitivity is really putting a wrench in all of his plans. He frowns, glancing from one side of the cobblestoned street to the other. ]

Have we enough coin for an inn?

[ He points to another large, multistory building. This one, however, appears to house only one business: The Spouting Fish, presumably an inn and tavern of some kind. Unlike most of the buildings on the street, The Spouting Fish has light filtering out of the windows and the faint sound of conversation within. ]

If we're lucky, perhaps the proprietor will have heard of the esteemed Wizard of Waterdeep.