Hrothgar smiles widely. "Excellent! Glad to have you onboard. I plan to set out for Kuldahar as soon as possible - within the next few days, before the snows seal off the pass." He walks over to a dusty cabinet and pulls out several rolls of parchment. "With storms brewing in the mountains, I'd rather we depart sooner, but these things take time to organize."
His excitement growing, he clears off a table with a sweep of his arm and lays down a map.
"That doesn't leave us much time to find men, but I think the folk here in Easthaven may surprise you. Most of them lived rough lives before coming here to Ten Towns, and the Dale has only made them tougher." He jots some notes down on a spare sheet. "We also have a few travelers in town, besides your friends. Perhaps they might be willing to join us."
Hrothgar looks up from the map only briefly to glance at Zenithral and Alalla. "You two have had training in militia and mercenary work. I'd like you to take point on recruitment. Spread the word in town, let's see how many men we can get. In the meantime, I'll assemble the rest of the expedition and make the final plans for our journey."
His attention returns to his papers, and he almost seems to have forgotten that anyone else is in the room.