Harbinger will grab the 3rd acolyte and head to where they left the Governor

Gus

Gus grabs the javelins and secures them. He follows the rest to the governor to hopefully find some answers. 

Frilneiros will go with the rest of the group as they take the new prisoners to the leader of the town, keeping one of his handaxes ready incase one of the acolytes try to make a hostile action.

"I'm just a learner myself, but when we have time I would be pleased to show you what I've learned." She smiles shyly at the compliment.

With a little bit of struggle, you make it back to the courtyard, Governor Nighthill is there organizing the population to prioritizing tasks.

Wolfstine drops the two he has in front; of Governor Nighthill

"Get anything out of the kobold? What next?"

Celadrim also thanks the woman for bestowing the gift of healing upon him, and then joins the others as they return to speak with Governor Nighthill.

"Hopefully we will be able to glean some useful information from one of these captives."

Glancing at one of the acolytes, the elf briefly remembers the searing pain that one of them caused him with his fire spell. 

Frilneiros keeps his axe drawn, keeping it at the ready as he moves to stand near the acolytes that have been captured. "They have some kind of magic so if there hands start to move stop them."

Wolfstine looks at the Man who seems absent minded he speaks up hoping not to throw a brick threw his window

"Do you think milord you can get someone to question these three pigs here while we rest (for an hour) or do we get the short straw and have to question them ourselves?  We need information about their generals or captains so we can catch one."

He looks at the pitiful humans in weird garb and realizes with a stick of wood, that he just insulted pigs

"And a way we can leave the keep unseen to do so." He bows and steps away

"I'm so sorry to have kept you waiting, yes I will interrogate these... individuals. Please rest, if you would like to assist in my... questioning I would be grateful, but I'm sure I can... encourage their, cooperation." Nighthill's polite veneer seems to be starting to crack. "That reminds me, Escobert, was telling me about a tunnel in the keep that exits somewhere near the stream. It might be possible to use it to get past the blockade. Though I'm not sure how accessible it is. You might want to talk to Escobert the Red about it."

He turns to someone nearby, "bring me... six empty coin purses so we can bind their hands to protect us from their magic." He turns back to you, "if you'd like to rest here and be present for my interrogation of the prisoners I have no objections."

"I suppose we'll watch. If may I be so bold, may we have a little food and drink provided. We sprung into action before supper." 

Wolfstine looks for a chair to sit upon.

Frilneiros moves to watch the interrogation, going to make sure there would be no torture involved. The humans may have been evil in their actions but he would not let them be treated wrongly while captive.

'I have little interest in the tedium of interrogation my friends. I shall see myself to the walls and rest there so that I may keep a weather eye on any incoming troubles.'

Seeing that there are others who can conduct the interrogations, Celadrim wanders off to look for a secluded corner. Once he finds somewhere suitable, he sits down, lights a couple of candles and retrieves a worn leather bound book from his pack that’s made from thick, heavily textured hide. 

Opening the book, he flips carefully and deliberately through the think parchment pages, until stopping on a particular page. Then he spends the next hour chanting arcane phrases in a soft, low voice, and making numerous hand gestures, casting Find Familiar.

And the end of the hour, a raven appears, and after Celadrim finishes and packs his spell book back up, the bird flies up and sits on his shoulder. The elf then returns to the others to check on the progress of the interrogations and see what the plan is. 

During this time, Nighthill begins his questioning, the acolytes are tight-lipped until he tells them that they will not be harmed if they are forthright with who they are with and what their plan is. 

"We are the Cult of the Dragon, we are collecting loot for the great hoard that will usher in the reign of the Queen of Dragons. At our camp, there is a clutch of dragon eggs that are heavily protected by our comrades." 

Harbinger on the wall spots a temple that is being surrounded by raiders.

Gus

Gus sits in the room as the interrogation goes on. His mind wanders at times, reflecting on life’s stunningly random beauty and how it is punctuated by acts of wanton destruction. His eyes narrow at the mention of the queen of dragons and the cultists. He was never one to put stock in concern in who people worship but also knew that this cult affected the natural beauty of the world, if only through needless sorrow and destruction. His thoughts fill with rage, a desire to cleanse the disease from these misguided goons - a very un-cleric-y chain of thought but then again, he was not as lawful as most in his calling. He begins to wonder what kind of tapestry the cultist’s head would paint with a warhammer used instead of a brush......

Gritting his teeth, the dwarf growls, “An’ just where be this camp ye be on about?” 

Wolfstine thinks "These guys seem so sure of themselves "   Insight 11

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Wolfstine thinks "These guys seem so sure of themselves "   Insight 13

They seem fidgety but genuine.

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Gritting his teeth, the dwarf growls, “An’ just where be this camp ye be on about?” 

Two of the acolyte's shrug and the third points in a north-ish direction.