Smoke replies to Thrax, Agreed A chromatic dragon would see the kobold as a footsoldier that only needs to be sent in a direction. .. But arrowheads thats .. interesting. 

Eyeing the Lizardfolk for a moment as Smoke is not familiar to the ways of his kind. 

Perhaps it knows where the dragon has its lair, he quickly as he looks to Rogram.

As Rogram speaks to the governor Smoke will remain quiet, fidgeting with his fingers and his tail moving anxiously. Awaiting a moment of silence he slowly speak up to ask the governor. Uhm sir, would you.. uh by any chance know what kind of dragon this was? It must of been a chromatic but it was to far to see what kind. It .. it might help. 

(@dm i assume it was to far for Smoke to see what kind of dragon it was, or was he able to recognise some features to identify the specific type?)

Thia surveys the village, leaning heavily on the parapet walls for support. She’s mentally exhausted from their flight. As an apprentice Mage she never has to cope with any of these sorts of stresses. She tucks both stray strands of hair behind her ears and takes a deep, steadying breath.

She listens intently to the conversations going on around her, talking it all in. It looks to her like they have surrounded the keep to keep everyone in; giving free reign to ransack the village unopposed. 

Yevele walks over to the parapet, first looking down at the ground and then turning her gaze skyward to see if she can spot the dragon. Of all the situations that Leosin would have called for her assistance in, this is not something that she would have imagined. But, then, perhaps he had another issue that he needed her help with, and, this was just a case of bad timing.

The governor turns to address Rogram, and the sight is not a pretty one. The right side of Nighthill's face and head are bandaged. His right arm hangs in a sling, and his light blue tunic is stained crimson with blood. Though he appears battered, his powerful speech belies his tired eyes.

"Well met, Rogram. I know your father well. He has forged many of the weapons and armor utilized here at the Keep. It would seem his work has been put to good use tonight," he nods to the half-dwarf of Greenest.

The governor gazes at each of you, addressing, "I am Governor Tarbaw Nighthill. I watched your approach keenly; I saw you rescue a family and defend them as you fought your way here. I know not which fortune brought you to our doorstep in this hour of need, but you need not convince me of your position."

He pauses to answer Smoke, "I do not profess any knowledge of dragonkind, but its scales were a deep blue. It has not had more than a passing interest as of yet. It did a right job of terrifying us, loosed its breath upon the wall, and then flew off. Let us hope it does not come back." He points below as he says this, to the wall that rings the Keep's courtyard, where the stone has been deeply scarred, covered with blood in one area.

Looking to the kobold, he says, "This may be the best gift you could have brought us. I'd give anything to know what we're up against, and why. We have done a shite job of obtaining prisoners, until now. A commander, even a low-ranking one, would be best, but this...creature...may be able to tell us something, and that's better than what we have." As he speaks, he points out into the town at a cluster of raiders, where a woman with short, dark hair walks through the encircling force, clad in magnificent purple robes. "I know not if she leads this force, but the raiding force seems to respect her as an officer of some sort."

Nighthill sighs as he peers out into Greenest for a lingering moment, then turns again to address you. He makes eye contact with each of you as he does, not flinching in the least when meeting the eyes of Thrax and Smoke, who certainly stand out in such a small, mostly human settlement. "If you are still intent on helping us further, I will not turn it away. My guards are well trained, but they are not experienced. I must admit we are in over our heads. Your assistance is much needed, and I believe you could help us turn the tide. Will you first take this kobold to Escobert, my castellan? It will be hard to miss the shield dwarf with the bright red hair. He will lock it up safely. Then, meet me in the war room, down the hall in this same tower," he says.

For Yevele:

Slightly disappointed that she could not see any sight of the dragon, Yevele turns to look at the woman in the purple robes that the governor is pointing at. The young woman stares down at the purple clad stranger for a moment, trying to memorize the way the woman walked and carried herself. At this distance, she was unlikely to be able to see the woman's face, but, she remembered Lao Te saying that "a persons walk can be as distinctive as the whorls on their fingers. The way they swing their arms, the movement of their head. Many a person can disguise their face, but, few can disguise their stride."

After watching the woman, Yevele will accompany Rogram back down stairs with the kobold before returning to the war room.

"Escobert?" Rogram asks. "Yes, we met him coming in. I'll head there straight away. But, please, sir, have you seen my father? I quickly visited our home upon arriving at Greenest, and it looked as though he left in a hurry, but Escobert said he has not seen him here in the keep. I'm also looking for my uncle and aunt, Dorgol and Daniel. Dorgol is walking with a limp right now."

And before leaving ...

"We could also do with a bit of healing. At least, I could," the half-dwarf admits.

Thrax looks out upon the sights of the battle from the parapet in awe at the size of the force besieging the town. He does his best to take mental notes of the layout of the city, and a rough map of the surroundings. 

He listens respectfully to Governor Nighthill, and bows before he departs to once again converse with the Dwarf Escobert.

As the governor points out the damage done to the wall by the dragon Smoke will take a look to inspect it. Hmm.. i see. Interesting. 

@DM

 Walking back to Escobert Smoke will walk near Rogram. There were no signs of a fight in your parents home. Im sure they are here somewhere Rogram, we will find them.

For Smoke:

"I am sorry, I've not seen them," Nighthill answers, "But I've also not taken a headcount as of yet. They could very well be within the walls."

In response to the mention of healing, the governor purses his lips. "Our medics are hard pressed with the injured, but you are welcome to the infirmary. I'm afraid I have nothing to offer but practical measures. Miria is the only of our medics that has any ability to heal magically, and her abilities were taxed early in the attack."

Back in the courtyard, Escobert gladly takes the kobold off of your hands. "I'll make sure this one gets right comfortable," he says with a grin, directing a guard captain nearby to escort you back to the war room.

"Layton Markguth," the man introduces himself. In his early thirties and slightly balding, he extends his hand and says, "I spoke with Linan Swift. You've all made quite the name for yourselves."

DM, every time Rogram is in view of people, his eyes are scanning for any sign of his father, uncle or aunt. Aside from going through the motions of doing what he is told to do, that is what his attention is focused on.

After being told there really isn't anyone to heal him, Rogram says he understands. As they descend the stairs, and Smoke attempts to reassure him, Rogram gives the tabaxi a little nod.

Greeting the guard captain, the half-dwarf shakes Layton's hand. (Does Rogram know him?) Something about what Layton says seems to give Rogram pause. His eyes stop being distracted by the crowd and focus in on the man. The slightest of smiles tugs at the corner of the bard's mouth before he blinks and is back in the moment. "Just doing what any able-bodied citizen should," he says, trying to sound more serious than humble, but not sure how well he's doing. As he steps away to let the others speak, Rogram's eyes begin scanning the crowd again as he occasionally gets up on tiptoe to add a little more height to his search.

Seeing that Rogram is preoccupied Smoke will take a few quick steps forward I am Smoke. He bows his head forward a little Excuse our manners. As you can imagine we are shocked to find Greenest in such dire times. He takes a moment to pauze as they walk As my friend here said, we did what had to be done. And we are eager to do more. 

Smoke fiddles with his fingers a moment clenching his lips. 

Uhm would you by any chance know why a dragon would attack this town?

His eyes will stay locked on Layton, to hear his answer but to also see if he might know more than he is telling. 

Thrax bows and introduces himself "Vercinius Thrax, cleric of Gond lord of the Forge." He touches the amulet around his neck as he bows. "My divine calling has brought me to this place to aid you in this fight." He looks around at his companions and asks Layton "How long do you think before we organize a counter attack? Some rest would do us well, but perhaps we need to strike quickly before they can dig in?"

"Of course not," Markguth answers Smoke. "What is here for a dragon? We have been utterly overwhelmed. The worst I have ever seen was a roc that was here to take livestock, and many of my men were not alive when that happened."

The guard sergeant runs a hand through what little hair he has left after Thrax's question. "I don't any answer I have would be correct. I bow to Governor Nighthill in that matter, but if you ask me a counter attack would be suicide. They outnumber us three to one, and they are clearly more prepared than we are. They've not taken an interest in the Keep as of yet. Who knows what they are planning? Let me take you to him," he says, beginning to walk toward the Keep's tower.

Yevele stood in the background, listening to Smoke, Thrax, and Rogram talk with Markguth. After hearing Markgruth reply "What is here for a dragon?", Yevele thought for a minute and then, as the sergeant starts to walk toward the tower, she asks "Does this keep resemble any other significant keep in the area? Perhaps, this is a practice attack for a bigger target, or perhaps they want this keep as a home base . . " with her voice slowly trailing off at the end of the final statement, as she is clearly grasping for something else to complete her thought.

"We're willing to do whatever we can," Rogram says, following along.

"No, in fact Greenest is the closest thing to a city in the Greenfields. The closest stronghold would be in what, Baldur's Gate?" Markguth answers. He leads you back to the tower, but instead of continuing to the parapet, he takes you down the hallway halfway to the top, where a room that is clearly too small to fit this purpose has become Greenest's war room. Shelves and desks have been shuffled to the side of the room, and a long table has been brought in, which dominates much of the space.

As you enter, the beleaguered governor is speaking with a guard. "Thank you," he tells her as she pushes her way past you toward the parapet. Nighthill looks more distraught than he was only a moment ago as he says, "I may already have need of your help, if you are willing." He mutters a curse beneath his breath as he studies a hastily drawn map of the town that lies upon the table. Pointing to a larger structure in the southeast corner, he says, "I believe that some of my townsfolk have barricaded themselves inside the temple to Chauntea. We've noticed smoke rising in that direction, and a sizeable band of raiders is circling the place."

Rogram looks down at the map. "We should be able to bypass some of the opposition by following the river instead of running through town." He makes a face as his back twinges. "I think we might should take a rest before we leave, though."

"Perhaps, while some are resting up, one or two of us could scout out the area and see what troubles may await us there. I wasn't injured in the trek into town, and would be willing to be part of this action."

"Is there some sort of way out of this keep to the south? If we could sneak out of here, without the raiders spotting us, that would be very advantageous to a scouting mission and to a full rescue mission."

I would be willing to scout with you Yevele Smoke says. 

His face does show a worrying look. Those that need it could take a breather. If the raiders are already there we will not have much time though. 

It would be safer with greater numbers but we might be able to help. 

Rogram nods. "You're right. I was being selfish. We should leave right away."