Essendrum nods to Spike.  “The first Harper we dealt with gave us five coins for slaying a fire giant and confiscated the stone I should be showing Krowen right now.  The second made us promises to rescue the fourth and made no effort to make good on them.  The third healed us without hesitation.  The fourth refused to make good on the promises of the second.  I hope you have learned something about the Harpers from the experience which is more valuable than gold.  One in four can be trusted.  But the man before you is no mayor or barkeep and I suggest we forget about the past wrongs his organization has done.  Now is the time to focus on the threat the giants pose to all of us.”

"I agree. And I'll add, I think all of us would have had the courage, and the sense, to face the threat these giants pose--even without being conscripted."

Enoch leveled his gaze at Krowen for an awkwardly long moment after that, then continued, "But, that settled, I have a question... you said we 'were welcome here." Where exactly is 'here', again? Are we in Cormyr? Or..."

The paladin let the question trail off, not entirely wanting to hear that they'd been transported to some demiplane or another realm altogether.

Krowen is visibly angered by Essendrum's patronizing statement.
"Listen here young man." he turns toward Essendrum. "More than 1 Harper has lost their lives so you can go blowing off with that opinion of yours. There has been a tally kept on everything that has been promised to you, though I am starting to wonder if some things should be kept from you. Being a Harper means less about gaining power & riches and more about saving lives and defending those that are in need."
Krowen produces a bag. It has the look of a large leather sachel with a wide shoulder strap.
"This is a Bag of Holding and contains all the gold promised to you, and the bag goes to the Group." He eyes Essendrum when he says this. "and not the person". As for the spells you have been harping about, young man, I am Krowen Valharrow, Archmage of Everlund, and my library is only viewed by those I deem worthy and you, young man, are not impressing me right now."
He stops, sighs, and gains his composure.
"I think all of you need some time to decide if you are willing to take on the responsibility of what is being asked of you. I will give you time to decide."
With that, he disappears.
A loud "Meerrrrooowww" echoes through the room. 

Essendrum steps forward and speaks loudly to the air.  “Keep your bag of gold and your promises and posturing, old man.  I had thought you wiser than you are when I told my charges you were different than your friends.  I see I misjudged you.  I have asked for no power or riches, only knowledge to help us in holding back the giants.  If Flint is fond of gold, it is natural for a Dwarf, but he has bled more than the weight of what you hold.  Enoch is a paladin and a mightier power than yours deems him worthy.  Your Harper friends eat well and give orders while common men die around them.  I see no great merit in that and I would have you spare us your shallow judgement.”

He sits and idly pets a winged cat.  “When your temper is spent, tell us what you would have us do.  Keep back what you wish.  I only hope your choices kill fewer people than the poor choices made already.  Three days ago Dral should have sent us here and a giant can travel far and cause great harm in three days.”

Flint:

”Yeah, I am happy to take the gold and help people along the way, but having us wait 3 days to deliver our message did seem kind of unwise,” says Flint, walking over and picking up  the bag curiously.

"Oh, I am sure the harpers are a wonderful organization, but I know I am not that selfless. A few gains and profits do much to bolster my motivation to help end this threat." says Kiza happy for the gold

Enoch watched in disbelief as Krowen left. He turned to Essendrum with a sigh and a shrug. "Guess he's pretty testy."

"Still, a Bag of Holding is always useful, and we can help others with the gold. But walking off like that... just rude. As if we hadn't already all said we'd help."

The paladin shook his head as he sat; a Tressym came up to him, rubbing against his leg, and without really looking he began to absent-mindedly pet it as he thought to himself.

(( OOC: How much gold is in the bag? I suspect we won't be spending it for a bit, but I'll go ahead and add it to my character sheet if we're about to split it. ))

Essendrum smiles. “Whether we are in Cormyr or a demiplane, this beneficent archmage who thinks about nothing but the good of others has left us in a prison with no sustenance and no escape.  Unless he chooses to come back for us, we might well die here.  Should he wish to return because he is merely ‘testing’ us, but meet an unfortunate accident or illness, we will die just the same.  I hope you will all note that this is what commonly passes for ‘good’ behavior in the realms:  the enslaving and bullying of others coupled with an overwhelming sense of one’s own worth.  Should we die here, we will die wiser than many who will perish out there.  But since we have nothing else to do…”

Essendrum sets to investigations the 70’ by 70’ area and its contents.  He begins with a physical inspection and then moves on to ritually cast detect magic and conducts a magical inspection.  He looks for anything of interest and any indication of what plane they are on and any possible escape routes.

Investigation  13

Essendrum walks around looking under pillows and tapping walls.  He pokes a tressym, which scratches him.  “Not an illusion, I suppose.”

The wizard scans the floor for arcane sigils.

”I thought it likely Dral was deceiving us when he offered that drink.  In fact I admit that after I swallowed it I realized he might be the Thayan in disguise.  As this archmage could be.  But I still think the Thayan would not be so elaborate.  Power corrupts but it also shapes.  This archmage tells himself he is the sole force for good in the world and others must bow before him.  He is a tyrant, but I do not think the Thayan would pursue such a subtle ruse.  A Thayan would threaten us with death and horror, not an eternity as the play things of a catmage shut-in.”

He examines the wall looking for signs of actual workmanship as opposed to wizard craft.

”Of course if Thay were planing to invade, what better course than to fool us into fearing giants and mad Harpers?”

He stops and tugs at his beard.

”No, I think captivity is causing my mind to wander.”

((That roll was a 10, not a 27.  I edited the text and it changed.  Essendrum notices nothing hidden.))

Kiana steps forward and yells to the air. "HEY, OLD DUDE!" She notes to Essendrum, "Sorry, not you, the other old dude," then goes back to her conversation with nothing. "I GET THAT YOU'RE HAVING A GRANDPA FIGHT, AND THAT'S FINE, BUT WE'RE ALL KINDA ANTSY TO GET GOING. AND YOU CAN'T REALLY BLAME THE FOLKS FOR WANTING CASH. I MEAN, YOU CAN TALK ABOUT SAVING LIVES AND NOBLE PURSUITS AND ALL THAT HARPER STUFF, BUT THESE PEOPLE DIDN'T ASK TO BE HARPERS. THEY'RE THE MOST ABLE HANDS FOR THE JOB RIGHT NOW, SO WHO, WITH RESPECT, GIVES A DAMN WHAT MOTIVATES THEM."

DM:
There is 550 gp within the bag. 
There are also 2 scroll cases 1 with Kiza's name and 1 with Essendrum's name attached to them. 
Questions:
What has happened to the treasure found in the dungeon?
Has it been distributed among the party?
Who has what?
Who is keeping a log of treasure found?

It takes 8 minutes before Krowen returns, interrupting Essendrum's spell-casting. 
He steps through the door and his pace is quite brisk.
"Something has happened in Nightstone. Information is scares but there are reports another giant attack is being carried out on the community. Follow me."
He states and beckons you to follow.
You are led out of the room and up the stairs. It travels a great distance only to come to a lone door at its top.
"This is the portal." he tells you and hands Enoch a blue-green stone attached to a chain.
"Do not lose this," he tells Enoch. "It is a way to find the Harper portals and use them though it will only function as long as your goals are aligned with mine."
The frame of the door glows a brilliant blue light.
"If you will take up this mission, step through the portal."
DM:
Who steps through? 

"Don't gotta tell me twice. I've always wanted to travel more, anyways." Rapidly and without hesitation, Kiana holds up a holy symbol and says a slurred prayer. From out of her symbol burst angelic spirits, which swirl around her in a whirlwind of holy light. She casually gestures for the others to follow, then sprints through the portal.

Spirit Guardians: For 10 minutes, hostile creatures within 15 feet of Kiana have their speed halved, and they make a DC 16 Wisdom saving throw when they enter the area or start their turn in it, taking 3d8 radiant damage on a failure or half on a success.

(( Enoch will take his 110gp, but since he tends to give away what he earns, he's probably not the best to hold the BoH or keep track of items and gold. ))

Enoch followed up the stairs, and didn't bother the hid his surprise as Krowen handed him the chain with the stone. He raised an eyebrow as the mage describesdthat goals needed to be aligned, but pocketed the item rather than raising a fuss.

He then looked at Krowen and flatly declared, "One way or another, we'll stop them." With a drawing of his sword, he quickly followed after Kiana through the portal.

(( @DM - Did our time here approximate a short rest? ))

((Essendrum has the Goggles of Night and the wand we found on the elf, also a light stone and the watch that calls Milady.  I could hunt back for what else we have if nobody else knows, but I didn’t keep a list.))

Essendrum steps forward and stands a bit to the side of the portal waiting for Kiza and Spike to go through.  He stands there awkwardly avoiding eye-contact with Krowen.  After the last of the young(er) folk pass through he follows without saying goodbye.

((Since we had three days waiting for Dral, Essendrum may have been able to attune the wand and learn what it does.))

Flint:

Gearing up quickly, Flint soon becomes Spike and then hustles through the portal, spikes at the ready!

(Spike will take tge 110 gp that is his due.  He votes the person who keeps track of the treasure should keep the Bag of Holding).

Kiza quickly steps through the portal as this place with the meows of tressyms seems less of a sanctuary and more of a home of an eccentric. 

The cool night air hits each of you as you step through the doorway. 
Just as Essednrum steps through the light from the door fades.
You hear Krowen's faint voice. "And yes, there is pay for this. Just find out what happened and help if you can."
You find yourself on top of a Hill that overlooks the surrounding valley. 
The hill, a small nob that stands about 200 ft. above the valley around you is devoid of trees and covered with lush long grass. 
Among the shadows of the night below you, you see a thick forest that rings the base of the hill. 
Your attention is drawn to the east by a faint alarm bell. The rings of bell coming faintly but in rapid succession.
Your eyes are drawn beyond the trees to lights in the distance. They seem about a mile away and seem to dance here and there and then leap into the high air. 
Your eyes widen in realization just as the faint smell of burning wood hits your nose.
This distant town is on fire!
DM:
Actions? (before I continue)