Isembard seems to have a message for you from Thancred.

Isembard: I am well glad I reserved that inn room for Sister Ourcen. It seems she received greater injuries from her attackers than she initially let on. Thankfully, she is expected to make a full recovery.
Isembard: But now, on to the matter at hand. Thancred came looking for you once more. He left word that he will be waiting at the Amalj’aa encampment to the southeast. I pray the two of you are able to uncover some evidence regarding these disappearances.

Thancred: Ah, there you are, Meredith. So good of you to come!
Thancred: Indeed, I’ve heard all about good Sister Ourcen. Isembard said her wounds were serious. It would seem my suspicions about the poor rose were misplaced.
Thancred: But false though they were, perhaps my suspicions were not entirely without merit. Whilst following Sister Ourcen near the Golden Bazaar, a band of Amalj’aa caught my eye.
Thancred: I tracked them as far as this encampment, but… Well, let us say that I would much prefer to keep my distance and remain here. This, of course, brings me to why I requested you, dear Meredith. Would you be so kind as to take a look inside?

Thancred: Well? Did anything tickle your fancy?
Thancred: This leaflet… “See the wealth of Nald to the hands of your children.” It looks to be some sort of assembly to provide the poor with work.
Thancred: The lettering, though… Atrocious, is it not? And these bits about Nald’thal seem somewhat…less than studied. I find it hard to believe one among the Order penned this.
Thancred: Pray take this to the inn at Camp Drybone. Let us see what Sister Ourcen makes of it.

Ourcen: My savior comes again. To what do I owe the honor this day?
Ourcen: What is this? Blasphemous… These are not our teachings at all! This was not made by any true brother or sister of the Order─of that, I can assure you.
Ourcen: Come to think of it, weeks ago, the church was plagued by missing garments. Could someone be posing as a priest of the Order to deceive the people?

Thancred: The plot thickens, Meredith! Our culprit pretends to be a priest to lend credence to his deception. There is no doubt an irony in there somewhere.
Thancred: But I suspect we have a worthy adversary on our hands. I shall consider how best to handle this. For now, tell Isembard what we have learned here.

Isembard: Posing as a priest!? To think…
Isembard: These troubling notions aside, it is gratifying to finally be able to move this investigation forward. Thank you once again, Meredith. I shall keep my ears and eyes open─now more than ever.