The Luskan Arms (Inn in Targos)
A room and a meal will amount to 2 gold pieces. Since Naerth isn't here right now, you have to assume it has to come out of your pockets.
"There's been little opportunity to search from what we've been up to, I'm afraid, though the lantern yielded no results either. I don't suppose you've tried music again? No creature lives that is not fond of some lure, after all."
"It is no wonder, really – Chwingas typically shy large settlements," Dannika explained. "And when they do occasionally visit, it's only at the outskirts. I took a brief stroll along the perimeter when browsing for instruments and books, but my own lantern remained red. I hope it will be easier with music. Your tutelage would be much appreciated, Miss Moyrah, as would Master Torgrim's. Though I am afraid I won't be around to take you up on your offers, as I am departing tomorrow. At precisely what hour I am unsure. We should perhaps inquire Miss Alma."
Soon, after Ethen had served everyone drinks, the scent of seared haddock wafted in the inn's warm air as Hlin set the table. The fish was soon served with herb butter sauce, a side of almond potatoes, rutabaga puree, and steamed asparagus. A simple yet nutritious meal, executed to a level of perfection rivaling even taverns of the upper echelons in Waterdeep or Neverwinter. And even then, Ethen was no Vegord.
Later, when the table was cleared and dishes were cleaned, Naerth swung by. "Good evening," he said, removing his gloves near the entrance. "It appears I missed supper." And without further ado, while removing his coat, he set five full, clinking bags of coin on the table. "Payment for the job. This one," he pointed to one slightly larger, though not by much, "contains Moyrah's share. The rest are a hundred each, as agreed upon. Feel free to count it.* I will be retiring early." He hung his coat by the entrance, went for the stairs, and lingered for a second. "I have heard tell of the recent happenings – I am sorry for what you had to endure, Miss Moyrah. The truth will come to light and justice will be dealt. You have my word."
Before he continued upstairs he made sure to establish eye contact with Mallory. "I wish you all a pleasant rest-of-your-evening."
*If you do decide to count it, you will see that they contain precisely what Naerth says; four bags of one hundred, one of a-hundred-and-fifty.
In universe, the time would now be somewhere between 10:30 and 11 PM.