The militia man, a little grizzled from his many years, thinks for a moment scratching his stubbled chin. For a militia man he looks to be a little older and no longer in the best of shape, getting a pot belly going. He swaggers a little with a large ring of iron keys jangling dully from his belt. He replies, "Well, all I know about the Sunless Citadel is that it is supposed to be down the Old Road. I think you need to continue past where the road skirts the desolation of the Ashen Plain, maybe half a day's walk for your short friend there. No offense, but you do have short legs." This last comment is directed at the gnome.
He turns back to continue talking to Gregor, "I do think some adventurer's went to investigate it some weeks ago. Could be the Hucrele kids went with that group, dunno for sure. Never had much to do with them, but you might ask over at the General Store. They probably were in there getting gear before leaving."
"Locally cattle herders don't graze their stock too far afield these days. They're frightened by stories of new monsters that maraud by night. No one has actually seen these creatures, nor have we found any discernible trails. However we have found cattle and people who have been caught out alone at night, lying dead in the morning, their bodies pierced by dozens of needle-like claws. But that don't sound like goblins."
"As for goblins... Well, they probably have a lair or two around here. Every once in a season we catch a small raiding party and have a skirmish. It would likely be the tribe that ranges the Old Road, could have set themselves up in the Sunless Citadel. But we in the militia don't head that far. We stay here protecting the town and the nearby farmsteads."
During the conversation, footsteps can be heard of someone coming down some stairs from the floor above. And as the older man is finished talking, Constable Felosial opens one of the regular doors and enters the room, "Good morn, you guys have a problem today?"
