Between an Isle and a Mountain

I got as far as the docks, before these strange officers holding my image on a wanted poster were seen interrogating Tulio with a child involved. I stepped in not seeing the poster at first . Once seen i raced off in attempt to escape the officers. After a series of near escapes i became cornered in an alley way where i grew desperate enough to shout for help. A shadowed figure in a cloak broke me an opening. i dashed away making sure to keep my feet in motion, though the sounds of battle drew me to slow as the weight of another's life being threatened for mine made my legs halt. Yet they came rushing around shouting to rush on. I followed, not affording the risk of being caught.
We travelled below the city into what the figure named The Burrow. There the figure revealed their identity, Locke was their name. they explained the place and what i can find. Turns out i found a friend in her with connections to a smuggler who i was to be my place of rest for the night. The smuggler in question is an elderly gnome Gardner. He explained being retired but once i offered the pay, shined his whistle and began his play.
In the morning Locke had come to speak with my host, who muttered about these Bozo's who challenged the recent lord over the burrow through force and bloodshed. As she spoke it dawned on me that those young ones Geartrude, Jaime, and Jenson had gone and done something idiotic. To remedy this i spoke to Locke and convinced her to direct his wrath towards me if he chooses to pursue them.
Locke guided me back to the inn we had been staying at, I had only a moment of peace before the trio came into the room on edge. I was worried, i attempted to smack a little sense back into their heads, but was avoided by all except Jaime.
We then spoke, they spoke of being able to return to their world and bring me and my son along. Yet how could i leave when i know my husband is on his way to me. Rogmier, my beloved and idiotic love. They were persistent that i go along, insisting that he'll be safer, and that the fate of the realms depended on their small group. Not being able to abandon her three young ones she reluctantly agreed her blood cold at the thought of her son having to be unable to meet his father.