Lord Hastesh seems to consider Cheysuli carefully for a moment. Seeming pleased with your words, he begins to speak again.
You speak of the kobolds as if they are claws on a great dragon stalking it's prey, but I do not believe this is the case. This area has always been...The lord pauses a moment searching for the correct word. under a malaise. When I was a whelp adventurers came from time to time seeking remnants of the evils that once gripped our community. All they ever found were shadows to chase and empty ruins.
The kobolds lair on the other hand is something I know much of. Their clan has laired in the same cavern complex for generations, and no matter how many times my family drives them from the field of battle, they return. They are vermin, and a blemish on the draconian races. Hastesh seems incensed by this topic, a glimpse of a deep, simmering rage showing through his composed mask.
My friend Valthun can show you maps of the area and indicate the quickest routes into the hills to the lair. I would be very grateful if you could dispose of the threat presented by the kobolds. While you are correct that only one of the citizens has disappeared from within out walls, and I expect it is simply another one of his unexpected sojourns, several families whose homes are outside the walls have gone missing as well over the last month.
I would ask that you honor the Shogun's wishes and deal with these pests. Let drop this inflamatory talk of demons and cults, you have set my people on edge, dredging up memories best left forgotten. Instead focus on the real threat posed by these pretenders to draconian heritage, and give my people the peace they deserve. Would that I could do it myself, but the years have taken there toll on the garrison and we barely have enough to man the walls anymore.
The lord once more inclines his head to the group waiting for any further comment, selecting a delicious looking confection of cherry and some unknown sugared dough. He offers the tray to each of you in turn.