Ah. An... interesting question. Wrathion turns to Astarion, thoughtful, then skims his eyes out around the guests -- inclines his head toward a quieter patch of the village.

"Lich is closest," he says, then -- "not here."

They have a cover story with the locals, groups fleeing from Taravast, but they don't know exactly what the locals know -- nor what they think of it all. He'd rather not be caught casually giving an opinion on something might later come back to haunt him. Raising an eyebrow expectantly he moves away from the crowd, towards the shadows along the outskirts of the village.