The drow, Gaussafae, has been wandering the streets of Free Haven for the past few weeks. She often sits staring into the fire with a lost look on her face. She seems to talk to herself and doesn't initiate contact with the locals. This is her second long sojourner here to the neutral city, the only positive thing one can here her say is that the chairs are much nicer this time.
From time to time a huge Orc comes to speak to her by the fire asking her questions and handing her food and drink. He will take notes on her words and will often spend his time with the drowess writing in his journal.