Cuth shook his head. "We don't know anything. Maybe Governor Nighthill knows more...."

He had shook his head when Urokris inquired about Skiaceq's search, but now compulsion gets the better of him and he sneakily pockets the coin pouch. He would let his traveling companions have their share when they were alone. As for the necklace, he kneels and presents it to the crying child with a disarming coo. When he hears mention of dragons, his head pops up. "Dragon?" he trills in agitation, feathers ruffling. "In Greenest?" Leosin's letter hadn't been specific, but this must be the reason Skiaceq was sent for.

He turned to Cuth. "Do you know where I can find Leosin Erlanthar?"

"Who?" Cuth shakes his head. "I don't know anyone who lives here by that name.  Was he travelling this way? He might have made his way to the keep."

"And where is the governor situated?" Urokris asks as he sheaths his greatsword.

This time Linan answers, "In times of emergency, everyone is supposed to head to the keep. Unless the lizards or the robed men got to him first, he should be there."

Aldym seems to have quieted a bit, staring intently at the shiny necklace. She walks over to Skiaceq and hugs onto his taloned leg, fondling the necklace absentmindedly.

Urokris looks back to Skiaceq and Darvin, "Well then, should we make our way there?"

Skiaceq nods. It seems everyone's goals converge at the keep.

"To the keep, then!"

The Swift family nods in agreement. "The keep is this way," Lyman points further down the road in the direction the Kobolds had headed.

Urokris takes a soft lead, his hands at his sides but ready to spring up to his sword should anything pop out in surprise, standing next to the member of the family that is guiding them.

Quarion stays close to the Swifts, chatting with them along the way.

The party walks a block before they spot ahead of them three figures in the distance. They're around 55 ft away and don't appear to have noticed you yet.

Darkvision:

Urokris stops almost immediately, his arm stretching to his signal a stop as he turns back. "There are figures up ahead; I can't make them out, but maybe we should try and find a way around them. What say you?"

Quarion describes what his darkvision can make out to his companions who can't see as well. "Those people don't seem bothered at all by the ruination back there. Makes me think they may not be the most... amiable sorts. Going around them may be the smart move, but there are a lot of us. May be difficult to avoid detection."

He squints at the robe of the cloaked figure. He doesn't know much about religious orders, but he wracks his memory for anything similar he may have seen before. 

Religion: 9 

Quarion finds himself drawing a blank.

Linan points back a little ways at an alleyway the party passed and whispers, "That alley leads to another road to the keep."

At the mention of a red dragon, Urokris's blood flares. Old tales that served to breed hatred between the blacks and the reds came rushing back into him, all the battles he witnessed, watching his friends cut down by red dragonborns. He bared his teeth, struggling to hold himself back, his hand almost subconsciously going up to the hilt of his greatsword as he forces himself to take a step back, then another. "Aye, we should go back. Fighting them would only serve to draw more assailants towards us."

Urokris fights back his instincts and leads the group to a smaller road between some shops. This must have be the business district. As he turns down the next road, a low voice rings out from the shadows.

"Linan! Cuth! It's good to see you and the children are alive!"

At tall, burly man wielding a blacksmith's hammer walks up with a smile, which dims as he sees Cuth's leg and Linan's broken spear. A slim half-elf man and a young woman follow behind him, looking relieved that these strangers weren't more pillagers.

The three decide to come with you, and the party moves forward a while, passing by a couple houses that were clearly in the process of being looted, with the scuttling sound of Kobolds inside. At the next bend in the road, you see three figures heading directly towards you. The one in the center seams to be riding a gigantic lizard, and one on the left appears to be flying several feet above the air.

The figure on the right is yelling in Draconic:

"May I suggest we take the advice of our lovely companion here and take the alley toward the keep?" said Quarion, smiling at Linan. Show of hands? Or... wings, as the case may be? Perhaps I can provide a bit of a distraction," he continued, performing a gesture. Suddenly, the group heard the sound of horse hooves and conversation in the distance past the three figures.

[cast Minor Illusion] 

Edit: OOC: (this was meant to follow Urokris's comment above, obviously.  Didn't see the last two posts.)

"I agree, Darvin," he says with a nod and follows them into the alleyway, his hand going out once more when he hears a voice in draconic, speaking about the party. Kobolds, he mouths and nudges his head from the alley where their voices were coming from, his hand going once more up to the hilt of his weapon, slinking down into a crouch to not be noticed.

Stealth: 7