As quick as he can, Tyrus comes back out of the tavern with his Healer's Kit. He will run around the fallen and use the kit to stabilise any of the dead/dying victims (if possible) before doing any sort of investigation.

[OOC: DM, Please let me know if I use any charges for the kit, I have 9 of them left and am happy to use all of them if it has any hope of saving lives.]

As the realization of what happened dons on her, Mairi's expression hardens for the briefest of moments, before returning to a more symphatetic one. Seeing the taven owners had the injured more or less in hand, she manuevers her way over to the noble woman, tapping her on the shoulder if need be to get her attention. "A-alright, Mam? Did you see what happen here? O-or heard, for that matter?" She asked calmly, hoping the tone might ease tension.

In a way, this indecent shakes Briga more to her core than the encounter with the aberrations in the sewers. Seeing the effects of destructive magic unleashed in a public square (though she is still personally  unaware of the origin of the blast) citizens slain not in the middle of a war zone or a raid, not even the crossfire of a gang war as far as she can tell, but in the middle of a busy urban commercial district, is a special moment of trauma to her. 

Waterdeep has danger, and intrigue, but it was supposed to be different from the savage lifestyle of the Rheged. Citizens weren’t all expected to be hunters and warriors in order to survive, all wary of the danger of death from nature, animal attacks or a raid from a rival tribe. This sort of thing didn’t happen in Waterdeep, Briga had believed. 

Briga holds the glaive tightly, less for defense or threat than just to have something that feels solid and dependable in hand. She shuffles about, waiting for direction from her comrades, from someone who can make sense of this. Without being aware of it, she silently weeps. 

"Briga!" shouts Tyrus from the entrance to the tavern. "Are there any wounded? Bring the wounded to me."

Briga snaps herself out of the shocked state, wipes away her tears and slings the glaive across her back. She nods to Tyrus and moves to locate any wounded and bring them to Tyrus and Griff and anyone else who might be able to offer aid for medical attention. 

“Right, of course, Tyrus. If there’s anyone else who has any training in medicine or healing magic, other than you and Griff, we could use their help right now. 

This is horrible. This isn’t supposed to happen here, in Waterdeep. That’s not what this city is supposed to be like.”

"Act now, Briga," shouts Tyrus. "We can be worrying about the whys and the wherefores later. Let's be trying to save lives at the moment."

If there has been no injured brought to him, Tyrus will venture out into the street with his healing kit. He is also willing to use Healing Word, but only it is is necessary, and only if Griffdar isn't available (or has run out of lay on hands).

Briga nods her agreement, saves her questions for later, and coordinates to bring Tyrus any wounded, as well as with Griff and potentially their new acquaintances from the tavern if any volunteer healing ability. 

The little boy looks up at Saralyssa “My friends! They got caught in the blast,” the boy says. “Right after the explosion, I ducked behind a rain barrel over here. I heard a ‘plop’ go into it and looked inside, I found this in the barrell,” the 12 year old boy says as he pulls out a necklace with it’s clasp broken, and two small red beads still attached.

As Tyrus looks around, he can see that there are only a few people that are hurt, but they were only grazed by the blast, the 11 figures, including the gnome and three humans heading towards your tavern, that are already dead.

(OOC: The ones that are only hurt just have minor surface burns, the rest are dead)

Mairi turns to the noble woman and touches her shoulder who tells you “I saw it. I saw that thing. I tell you, it was not a man. More like a puppet shaped like a man. A puppet without strings. It was on the rooftop. It hurled something into the crowd below that caused the explosion. I saw those halflings burned alive! I saw them!” the noble tells you, as she goes into a little panic.

There are not many that are wounded who survived, those that only just missed the blast, and only have minor burns on the backs of their necks as you look them over. But just as you start wondering there is a voice that comes from down the road. “Alright, Alright. That’s enough, we’ll look into this. Go back to your homes, and stay safe!”

It’s been about 3 minutes since the blast, when a dozen guards wearing the regalia of the City Guard take up postings at each entrance to the alley toward the tavern. Another six guards, one wearing the rank of sergeant, goes over to the bodies and takes up posting there, keeping them guarded. There is also the sound of a griffon cry, as a rider from the Griffon Cavalry of Waterdeep circles the area above.

"I'm sorry about your friends."  Saralyssa says with a nod of sympathy. As the boy holds up a necklace she frowns and holds out a hand to him.  "Please let me see that will you?"

Mairi decides to be bold, and gently grasp the noble woman's shoulders. "Easy now, easy. There's nothing to worry about. In fact-..." She probably doesn't get the rest out before the voice comes from the road. Letting go at that point, but still lingering close she adds, "See. The Calvary's already here! Nothing to worry about.. except... Do you know which rooftop this 'thing' stood upon? O-or which direction it went?" Hopefully having retrieved as much, Mairi makes a mental note to investigate the alley in the near future. 

For now, knowing how heavy handed the watch could get, she opts to try and head back for the tavern until things calmed once more.

Presuming Tyrus saw the tattoo of the flying snake on the body of the charred human when he was checking if any of the victims were saveable, he will approach the leader of the guards.

"Excuse me, Sergeant," he says, keeping his voice low to prevent spreading any more panic, "but there be a dead man over there with the tattoo of the Zhentarim on his neck. Me thinks this has something to do with the war they are waging against the Xanathar crime gang."

The little boy holds the necklace protectively, “I was planning to give it to ma Ma, as a gift,” he says nervously, clutching the necklace.

As the noble woman is touched on the shoulder she looks down towards Mairi and says “You touch me again, I’ll have you fined for assaulting a noble, hmm,” the figure says.  She looks away with a sharp turn of the head, looking down her nose but not in your direction anymore.

The Guard Tyrus approaches says “I’m not the sergeant, his on his way.  I am constable Peters, and the sarge will want to know that - he’ll also have questions for any of the witnesses.  Is this your tavern?” he asks Tyrus, pointing to the Abandoned Dragons tavern.

"Up to you, but I will have to tell the guard there about it, and I think it might cause more issues for your mom having something taken from a scene of an investigation..."  Saralyssa says. She pulls out a gold coin.  "How about you take this and buy your mom something else?"

"Those two stepped up when there was chaos at a tavern," Briga notes, gesturing to the gnome and half elf women, to her comrades Griff and Tyrus, prior to Tyrus' engaging the guards in conversation.  "Reminds me of some formerly abandoned dragons I know of.  Maybe this is the fates or the gods doing their thing again."  

Mairi only just catches herself in time from completing an 'up yours, pal!' gesture, takes a deep breathe, and then casually adjust her glasses. "You have my apologies, mam. But, it is -really- important that I know. I... am an investigator, of sorts. And though the Watch do an admirable job, I believe we both know that it's not always enough. So if you know which direction 'it' went, or anything else at all...?" She trails off with that leading question, and a hopeful look in her eyes.

Griff standing shocked at the scene, his maw agap. He sees the boy and people rushing to him. "This is too far. Innocents. Mindless. Too far." he hears Tyrus mention his name as the injured are ushered out of the streets. 

"Everyone inside! Let's get you all safe!" Griff slams the door to the tavern open, "CLEAR A SPACE!" Griff starts to move tables and chairs out of the way so that they can have an opening in the middle of the room. "Any healers, doctors, or people of god... We need your help!" He looks to the bar and grabs the gaze of one of the halfling family they hired, Pillows, blankets, anything to make beds. As many as you can! Anyone who helps them gets a drink on the house!"

Griff then starts to tend to each wounded person with Lay on Hands.

"Aye," says Tyrus, in answer to the constable's question. "The big dragonborn, the tall lass with the glaive on her back and I, we be being the owners of this tavern. But I'm afraid we not be seeing anything as we were all inside for our big opening when it happened."

He then looks to where Griffdar has disappeared inside said tavern and adds, "Now, if you would be excusing me. I need to be helping. Iffen your sergeant needs to be speaking with me, he'll find me in there."

Tyrus then leaves the constable and heads inside to help with the tending of the injured, and to keep something of an eye on the stock while all this chaos is going on.

Briga continues to aid Tyrus and Griff with tending the wounded, while keeping an eye on Saralyssa and Mairi as they appear to be investigating the cause of the blast.  When an opportunity presents itself (when they are not directly engaged in conversation with an NPC) she will invite them over to join her, Griff and Tyrus.  

It's easy enough to draw Mairi over. Though she did behave as if skittish in her approach. After her business with the noblewoman had eventually concluded, the dragonborn's  understandable but brisk demands had thrown her off kilter. She had stood out the way at the very least, watching and quietly noting the various condition of people coming in and out of the tavern.

"S-so, I assume we're discuss'n what happened outside?" She asked once eventually within the grouping.