"Umm, I'm sure that if you ask, the governor could point you in the direction of some food," the young man stammers, obviously uncomfortable speaking to the heroes of the town.
You are led into the keep and into a conference room with a roaring fire in one of the fireplaces. Nighthill and Escobert are speaking at the end of a large oaken table. When Nighthill sees you enter, he waves you over, "Ah, I'm glad you made it so quickly, there's something I need to speak to you about."
"Those raiders last night... It wasn't a normal occurence, obviously, they had a damn dragon for Helm's sake!" he says rapidly, beginning to pace back and forth. "We see that they've left, heading southeast, and we need to find out what their plans are," he says, pausing in his pacing to take a deep breath, "I'd like you to follow after them, maybe see if you can find out what they were really after, how many there are, who their leaders are, and where they're going to strike next. I understand that this is not an easy task, and I'm prepared to offer compensation for your services. Perhaps a payment of 250 gold pieces each?"
"We wouldn't ask unless we needed the help," Escobert says, "I'd rather not ask, but I can see that it's the only real option."