"Aw, thank you kindly good sirs and ma'ams. Blessings of Astrid upon ye. Follow me; my farm's outside the walls but we oughta be able to get there before it gets too late. I'll put you up for the night, and show you around in the morning so you can get to work finding that damned thief."
Dawls waits patiently for his four helpers to toss back their drinks, then leads them through the streets of Tomrik's Hollow to the eastern gate. After a short conversation with the guards (which mostly consists of "watch yourselves out there") they are let out into the sprawling community surrounding the city proper. Here, those too poor to afford a home within the walls - or have trades that require a lot of space that only the wider world can provide - live in the hopes that they can seek refuge when trouble comes to call.
"It's this way!" Dawls calls over his shoulder. He leads the group further away from the gates, to the outskirts of the community where tightly-packed buildings give way to pastures and farm plots. Eventually, after the sun has finally vanished from the sky, he marches up a dirt path towards the wooden hovel he apparently calls home. A large shaggy dog comes out to greet everyone, barking wildly but not acting even remotely aggressively.
"Get down, Mop! Damned dog. Don't mind him, he's as dangerous as he is useful. Hasn't caught the thief even once." Mop takes exactly zero notice of the insult. He's more interested in sniffing at Raina.
"Right, well, I don't exactly have much space in here. You four can kip in the barn." Dawls points to a larger structure, also made of wood, looming on the edge of visibility in the deepening night. "Ain't much, but it's dry and there's blankets. I'll show you around in the morning."