"Do you keep a record of past days? What do you do with the scrolls when the day is done? Surely, you put them in some sort of ivory chest or something like that. Perhaps with gold filigree? And I don't know some sort of great magical filing spell and a big lock made of some fancy metal like adamantine or something?"

"Uh, yeah, we do all that. We keep the scrolls in a locked box. And yes, we do keep a record of past days, but what difference does it make to a band of traveling folk like yourselves?"

Leshanna continues onward, heading towards the inn.

Horark keeps the brim of his hat down, keeping the glare of the sun out of his eyes.  Trying to keep himself out of sight as well, not accustomed to being so welcomed by all people.

"Would you be able to check your records for us? This is of the upmost importance. The man we seek is a fugitive, and we must bring him to justice."

persuasion: 20

"Alright, fine. What name are you looking for? Our records only go back to the snake incident, so we have nothing before then. But make it quick, it's almost time for my lunch." 

"I believe the name was Varram. Thank you for your time. Come to Rolobolo afterwards and a drink will be yours."

"No Varram here, he must have come by one week ago. Because that's when that dwarf killed the snake. And I'd be more than happy to meet you at Bolo's, thank you very much, good sire."

Free scratches his chin. "That mighta been him. What was he like?" 

"The dwarf? No idea. I only got stationed here a few days ago, and my partner has only been here since yesterday."

Leshanna would have left the dragonborn behind , and would have already entered the inn I would guess...  (Do you want to run these separate or are you just going to have the dragonborn wait to rejoin those at the inn until a bit of time has passed?)

(It's up to you really. But I would rather do this as one.)

Aeson joins Leshanna at the inn and looks for a place to tie up his horse while the others join.

A kind-looking portly halfling woman approaches. "Hello, my dears. My name is Bolo, owner of this fine establishment. You all look famished, Is there anything I can get you?"

shortly thereafter Free joins the rest of the party at the tavern

"That depends."  Leshanna answers the innkeeper's question with a shrug.  "We are seeking a dwarf who was last known to be in this area." She explains.  She gives the brief description they were given.  "I heard, on the way into town, about a dwarf that took care of some snake recently.  Would my description fit that dwarf?"  She pauses.  "The guards on the road said he was a hero..."

"Some food and ale for the group as well, after answering my companions questions first of course." Raishan chimes in keeping the cloak up around her head so as not to freak out anyone who is not used to seeing one of her kind.

"Yes, food and ale would be nice after our travels. And to add to my companions questions, what was this business with a snake?"

"A dwarf in purple robes?" She nods. "Oh, I saw him. He was asking about escorts into the hills when this hooded fellow starts asking him his business. The dwarf looked him straight in the eye, then pulled out his dagger and stabbed the tall fellow dead! He was one of the scaled folk of the Serpent Hills, come down to spy on us! That dwarf's a hero, make no mistake. But he and his entourage took off straight away for the hills then, quick as cats!" She looks the party in the eye one by one. "He's not in any trouble, is he? You don't mean him any harm do you?"

“What kind of spy introduces himself, risking exposure?  What happened to the body?”  Horark asks sitting on top of the bar.