Potato is just a barbarian. Knows nothing of interrogation. Brushes off his floor onion and takes a bite, giving Nighthill puzzled looks and shrugs.

"Can I still cut off a few of his fingers? 

Nighthill nods at Delirious, "As soon as I'm done." He moves toward the cultist again. "Alright, listen here you little shit. I'm getting really tired of your condescending attitude. You're awfully bold for someone who's never going to see your precious Dragon Queen, unless she's in Hell."

"She is."

"Good. Tell her we said to **** off." Nighthill pulls out a dagger and jabs it between the cultist's ribs, who slumps in the chair as the air escapes his lungs in a descending volume death rattle. Nighthill strides to the door and pounds on it, which Escobert opens. "Sorry, sir, more clean up." Escobert sighs and goes about removing the corpse... After Delirious is done with it.

"Well it's no fun if he is already dead... I could use some of his teeth tho." 

DDelirious proceeds to pluck several decent teeth from the carcass of the cultists. 

Your short rest and the interrogation concludes. Nighthill heads to the roof to look at the current situation and is met by a guard heading down the stairs. After a brief conversation Nighthill approaches you again. “The guards have spotted a new threat. Raiders are trying to set fire to the town’s mill. If it burns, we’ll lose our stockpile of flour and we won’t be able to grind more for months. I’m trying to assemble enough defenders from here in the keep to defend it through the rest of the night, but that will take time. You’d do us a great service if you could get to the mill quickly and drive away the raiders before they can set it aflame. You’ll need to defend it until our force arrives to take over, but it shouldn’t be more than fifteen minutes behind you.”

After looking at a map.  We should avoid the roads, maybe cross the bridge and move along the shore?  Or perhaps move along the north side of the vegetation and cross the river at the mill?

Nighthill, respectfully i'm not sure this is a task for this group, i'm fully aware of how inconvenient it would be to lose that mill and that stockpile but, and i do not speak for my companions, but i am here to save lives against this unbalance of power that was brought to your door step, are you telling me that everyone in town is either safe or dead and the only task left is your food wares? i'm sure that is the most pressing in your opinion but what are all the current threats.

"I want to kill cultists especially her. I'll go wherever there are cultist to kill."

Hordkhen walks up, donning his remaining gear, and adds to place's thinking, then reasons his contraindications about it. "With respect, Nighthill, we might not be outfitted to the level of infantry engagement you'd have us commit to, he's right. We might not be able to provide the support you'd call for. Master Escobar did locate spare crossbows, but the mill is out of range from here, so Archer volleys might not support us. But, Place, to his request, Nighthill's right that the situation is a bit tense, and we're all trapped in a loosely organized siege, so I can appreciate the need to secure some durable rations.  We're either suck with them here and share rumbling stomachs, or we break the assaults spine, and they start to starve a season hence. I'm for the mill, but only if we can form a decent enough strategy. ", he pauses a moment. And asks Nighthill and the guards, "Any other activity sighted in town? Any news on their command?"

Nighthill replies to both Place' and Hordkhen, "Yes, everyone in town either ran here, was killed or ran to the chapel, which you handled. The threats have been relayed to you as they've been happening, and aside from the fires and heavy presence of cultists throughout the entire town, this is the most pressing concern right now.

Their command is staying safely out of range or out of sight of the keep. We only caught a glimpse of Mondath, and there's no telling how many others there are, what with all the smoke and commotion.

Homes can be rebuilt, we've saved all the lives we can, but if we lose our food stores, we won't be able to replenish them for months. That being said, I understand if you don't want to take the brunt of a strong attack force. We can't see much from the keep to know what their forces look like over there, so if you decide this is something you can help with, all I ask is that you try to get closer, perhaps undetected, and assess the situation. If you think you can handle it, by all means, do so, even if it's just a distraction to keep them from burning down the whole mill. If not, reinforcements will be behind you soon. I would never ask anyone to perform a suicide mission. You have been valuable in saving the lives of these people you hardly know and defending this whole town and I am grateful for what you've already accomplished, so feel free to decline, but think about it, and be careful." He then quickly turns and heads back up topside.

Maybe they could get by without it, maybe not.  I don't think it's something to be left to chance.  If we stay on this side of the river, just north of the brush and cross the river at the mill we have the best odds of skirting trouble.  

Well given there are no more lives to save and you (Nighthill) are so determined on this that you will send men out regardless. I suppose for their protection it would make sense to at least scout ahead, and if we can't take them on right away then we can just wait for reinforcements with the intel we have gathered.

Potato regards his onion in his hand. "Hungry people make bad people. Orcs always taking kobold food. Potato remember many kobold starve, beat Potato, take his food. Many kobold eat even other kobold. Hunger makes reason for many more pains. That how orcs like us, hungry, angry. We do anything to eat. Potato remember taste of other kobold."

Potato looks to his dragonborn cousins. "Full bellies build new house. New house not fill belly. We save the food."

"I don't even know why I came here, I could save there food or leave and let them starve, but for now I guess I will stay with the lot of you." 

Nighthill regards Place' with a nod and turns around to look at Potato before disappearing up the stairs, "That is very wise thinking, little kobold, well said. I am sorry for your past losses."

The lot of you head back down to the cellar and tread through the secret tunnel, back outside. As far as you can tell, no cultists are watching the tunnel entrance. Which path will you take to the mill?

As everyone begins to leave, Tar questions them one last moment- "Master Escobar- does the armory have long or shortbows for the guardsmen, or are we only able to produce crossbows?" He turns to Nighthill still asking, before he leaves  "When looking south outside the keep- i think the keep guards that stay behind could have an effective reach 300ft out- at least to  the center road that runs North and South. If we engage anyone in the streets, can we ask for at least cover per our signal, from the ramparts facing us, whichever path we take? Even if only one volley before returning to post it could give us an edge as we advance, or if there are longbows, a distraction when they bare down on us...."

Leaving with their answers, back down the tunnel, In a moment of levity Tar catches wind of the blood from the interrogation, and looks over to Delirious and half whispers to him, grinning; "Were basically out this far west to kill these zealots. I can sympathize, all this mess being someone else's latrine they left in your way, 'why stay?' etc- But we could use your help. I say, if you're game, you and me collect bits off our kills, and the winner gets the losers trophies... "

[Then Tar asks about the contents of the interrogation.]  "That's so familiar- 5 headed Dragon Queen?..." History 14

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Passive Perception 

"It's a good idea, lad, but that far out I don't think they'd have much accuracy. Our men aren't sharpshooters, they're militia. I will tell Nighthill to have the majority of guards on the parapet to keep eyes in your direction, though. If they can provide cover, they will, but it's a literal longshot."

Hordkhen:

Delirious ponders tar's proposal, "What determines the winner? The most valuable item? Or the oddest?" 

Potato quietly follows the healer. 

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