Adrik:
The dragon that attacked Greenest was Blue. During the night of the raid, it attacked the keep, spraying lightning every which way. Even in the shelter of the stone tower, Adrik could make out part of a conversation it was carrying with someone, possibly a defender. During that conversation, it identified itself as Lennithon the Blue. The name doesn't instantly ring any bells, but Adrik could remember something if he thought about it for a while.
The monk speaks with a slight wince in every breath, "Well met, Adrik. You're well informed. As you know, I am Leosin, and this is my apprentice, Nesim. What can I do for you, friend?"
Arwen:
Nighthill leaves, and shortly comes back with another pouch, this one filled with another 90 platinum.
Johanna:
(Con Check: 14+3)
The platinum just isn't very edible, but Johanna forces it down anyway.
(Arcana Check for the Globe: 11+6) The globe should last a long time. How long is impossible to say, without experimentation. It should function for at least a decade, though. However, it only stays lit for an hour at a time. In addition, Johanna notices that when she moves, the globe moves too, following her.
(Arcana Check for the wafers: 13+6) Johanna could reprogram them, but she realizes that they're already paired with other wafers. So, the question is, where are their twins?
The globe was created with Daylight, Mage Hand, and Light. The wafers were created with Sending.
With the scrolls divided into two piles, magical and not, Johanna begins looking over them. The half-dozen magical ones include a Light, a Thunderwave and four unintelligible scrolls. Perhaps another caster could make them out.
(Int check: 10+3) The non-magical ones are a mix of ciphered documents and maps. Johanna can't make out what the cipher is. The maps are mostly rough maps of small towns in the Greenfields, heavily marked up in the ciphered text.
All:
Johanna, Mirella and Arwen all eventually meet up with Leosin in the courtyard. The monk looks only slightly better than he did last night. He's been bandaged up, but he's still leaning on his apprentice's shoulder. At the moment, he's speaking to another half-elf, this one with snow-white hair. Once he sees the party, he waves them over.
"Morning, friends. Adventurers, this is Adrik," Leosin says, gesturing with his free arm at the half-elf, " Adrik, adventurers."
((I'd use Darkling, but I just don't like the giant banner at the top.))