A wizard? She sounds peculiarly surprised. Perhaps there's a limited quantity of well educated manipulators of the weave here? That doesn't bode well, when an elder wizard is ideally what he needs to remedy this unfortunate situation.

"Gale of Waterdeep, at your service," he offers. "Now doesn't seem to be the time for long stories --"

Inveniam viam, he says again, and reappears again near another section of crowd. He gestures again, Detono, and a wave of magic is directed out into the crowd-- then through it. The creatures chasing are thrown backwards, the fleeing civilians unaffected, and Gale grips his staff.

"-- Perhaps we can be properly introduced later?"