"I have not seen a drow or a tiefling around anywhere, are they members of your party by any chance?" Gale inquired as he stands there, actually rather thrilled to be talking with another wizard-- that was not possibly chosen by Mystra to sow discord (of which there was quite a bit). He pulls at the collar of his own sackcloth as he glances around at the pages that are still falling from the heavens above, best to start walking and so he does so.

In the direction of the first available page of parchment.

"There may be a chance that I will run into them, in which I will.. tell them your name? See if there is any recognition? And if so let them know that you have assuredly been sucked into this world."