Huette nods and says "Aye, not a week ago some raiders attacked a merchant caravan…just a few miles out of Phandish, which is to the east of here about a days ride on the north route… one of the surviving guards told us that the leader of the band was a wizards of some power who called frost down on the Priest of Pelor that was traveling with the group. Ye might want to start there. Krell, one of my men, lead a small group of soldier a few miles to try and track them but they lost the trail after a few miles. Krell?"
A smaller, dark haired man sitting down the table a bit who has been watching you all speaks up "Aye, we followed them to the south for about five miles… but the land turns very rocky there and I lost the trail. There be a map in the Captain's office where I can point it out to yea, but it been going on a week now…" Krell seems a bit embarrassed by his admission, but the other men or women sitting at the table are nodding in agreement and support for the man.
Huette adds "You might want to talk with the Sheriff of Phandish, I have some suspicions that someone there might have tipped off the raiders. The merchants had stopped in town for a couple of days so there was time for an ambush…"