Spugnoir lets Maloria speak her peace and continues. "I would also add that I'm not convinced that the weapons you seek are necessarily gone from these ruins. To hear young Puddlefoot tell the story, the doors were smashed through with axes, yes? If the weapons were to be sold, they would most likely have turned up in Hommlet, or the village of Nulb, which I am told is about six or seven leagues to the Northeast, through the Gnarley Forest. If they'd turned up in Hommlet, I'd be curious as to who brought them if not you. But, I highly doubt the owners of the Trading Post would have been so kind as to loan us a mule, a cart, and a man to load them up free of charge as they did. I suspect that they supplied us so generously because they want to bargain for the goods when we return with them.
"So perhaps the items were brought to Nulb, which would make more sense than Hommlet, as I hear Nulb has a bit of a... questionable reputation, and possibly someone with ill-intent could sell wares there without too many questions asked.
"But it seems more likely to me that if these weapons are part of an armory, and this rumored warlock I've heard tales of is using them to arm his minions with, he's going to keep hold of them for a while. And with you having smashed through the doors with axes, there would be no way to keep them secured there any longer, so the equipment has most likely been moved somewhere deeper in the dungeons, where they can secure them behind locked doors again?
"I don't know; I'm just thinking out loud. But I suspect the weapons are still here..."
Spugnour looks around, a look in his eyes like he's searching for confirmation that he's convinced at least some members of the party, though whether it's because he truly believes what he's saying, or because he's interested in keeping the party at the ruins and not traipsing off to find gnolls is not entirely clear.
