((I'm pulling DM luck on this one... bite me
Elwyn didn't tarry long after the majority of the blaze had been contained. Since he wasn't about to leave his sand in this abominable conglomerate of rickety tents and run down buildings, every single eye had followed the sand on its path back to his gourd. However, there the easy tracking ended. In a similar flash of lightning, Elwyn vanished, leaving a charred spot on the rocks, and the smell of ozone as the only two indicators he had been there.
He wasn't particularly sure where the tricky drow sorceress had gotten to. However, he had a few loose ends to be tied in the cluster of tents that passed as the largest inn. Located just south of the market, Elwyn couldn't quite make the distance in a single jump, so he chose to appear on top of a building that showed as much reed roof as the mud floor underneath. For a moment, it seemed as if the roof would collapse, but Elwyn managed to collect himself, and "jumped" again just as the whole thing came tumbling down, upon the head of a very angered old man who was as old as the house, and a younger woman, most likely his daughter. She was as malnourished as the man was old.
Elwyn appeared just behind one of the few buildings that the city had, and out of the corner of his eye caught what he thought was a familiar face, but as he looked back, the moment passed, and he shrugged. Hanging his head low, so the voluminous cloak hung to cover his face, he blended in with the ragged, yet obviously better off, patrons of the area. He hurried to the collection of tents that signified the inn, and pushing aside the flap, tossed in a bag of gold pieces. He knew he had grossly overpaid, but he was in a hurry. He looked around the market, and with a sigh of frustration, he turned around, and wandered off aimlessly towards the larger complex of tents and stalls that served as the market place. He sat down near a stall that sold what once had to have been fresh fruit, but the produce had been wilted and dried out by the heat of the sun.
Wrapping his cloak around himself, Elwyn hid his hands, and pretended to fall asleep, however, under his cloak, his hands wove and danced, and a nearly invisible line of the metallic sand snaked out from the top of his gourd, and made a fairly obvious path to one who could detect magic. He hoped the watch hadn't yet expanded their investigations this far yet. It would be a shame to kill them. Now, he could only sit and hope that Inrii was headed in the direction of the market.