Lambor's Hold

As you are having this conversation, you move towards the forest. Most of the tracks have been destroyed by the rain but you can get a rough idea of what direction Leffint came back from.
If you want to, you can try to follow his tracks. Or you can talk to more villagers for now.

Deciding to question the people of the town first, you come up with two immediate ideas, the mayor and Murya. As you spotted both of them by the caravan earlier when it was leaving, you return to the center of town where the group that was seeing them off has dispersed by now. When asking around, you get simple instructions to both the mayor's house, which doubles as the town hall, and Murya's house, which doubles as the local temple. You should most likely be able to find either of them at their residence at this time.

After your disappointing conversation with Leffint, you find your way to the house in town that belongs to Murya. The door is adorned with a holy symbol of Lathander and from inside, you notice what smells like a strange mixture of incense, herbs and oils. Knocking on the door, a woman's voice that Belathor recognizes from his previous conversations with the dark-skinned herbalist and spiritual guide of the town. "Please, enter," she says.

As you do, you find yourselves in a strange little house. There is a ladder leading up to an upper level while the ground floor of the house is divided in two. The larger half is arranged like a small temple, maybe just large enough for twenty people to squeeze themselves in at a time. The smaller half looks like an herbalist's workshop, covered in all sorts of strange plants, powders, tools and trinkets. This is where Murya is sitting now, brewing a strange, pale red potion in a small pot. Or maybe a soup. It's hard to tell.

"Ah, the adventurers," she says as she recognizes you. Then she nods specifically towards Belathor. "Father," she says respectfully.
"How can I help you?"

Murya nods grimly at your mention of the nightly attack. "It's not just insects," she explains. "They're being commanded by some weird, I guess you could call them people." She uses both her hands to mime about half a meter of height. "This tall and really ugly, with huge, misshapen heads. Leffint says they're fey but they're not what I think of when I hear that term. They sent a group into town once, shortly after the attacks started and demanded to speak to Durlim, the mayor. Apparently, they demanded that we leave the forest. When we didn't, the attacks only got more frequent and vicious."