Grepha's observations from on high show her little you did not already observe from the ground - a slow moving line of travelers and merchants, carefully patrolled by the Flaming Fist. Occasionally one will get held up and removed for a 'snap inspection' but otherwise most of the delay appears to be a rigorous check at the main gate to the city itself.

Sam's appearance garners some surprise from their fellow travellers, but given how no one else seems to be reacting abnormally they calm down quickly enough, though they still seem somewhat skeptical of the question itself. "Bang your 'ead or sommat? It's 13th Leaffall 1369." A quick mental calculation figures that it's almost two and a half months later than you would expect it to be if time had flowed normally for you.

"I doubt they're playing us. Seems the hags stole some of our time." Vala mutters quietly to the group, keeping her voice low.