Hrothgar looks at Zenithral soberly for a moment, and then says, "Son, I know you haven't been in Icewind Dale long, regardless of your time in the militia. This ice-blasted tundra is home to more monsters than man or beast combined." He lets out a breath. "Easthaven is no more cursed than the rest of Ten Towns. But for all the cold and danger, this land has come to be our home, too, when we had no other." Looking at Zenithral with a piercing gaze he asks, "Can you honestly say that you fit in wherever it was you came from? I'm guessing not, or you would never have made it here." He looks at the illusory image of prints. "I don't know anything about these, but I know who might. Old Jed has been here longer than anybody, so he might know something about it. Or Everard, the head priest over in the Temple, is wise and may be able to tell you something more useful than I."