Rurik waits for Harlan to leave before speaking his mind. "Well, someone's spent too much time in his fancy tower." He finishes chewing the bit of bread he had grabbed before and swallows before continuing with his thoughts, finally answering Adamas's other question. "If the village's leader is staying away from that place, he's got a good head on his shoulders, no matter what Harlan says. I can't think of any stories about the citadel that are pleasant or make it seem enticing. It may have been the bastion of a dragon-cult, it might have been sunken into the earth by the gods themselves as punishment for whatever was going on inside. It's usually those 'people foolish enough to enter never return' stories. And given how none of the stories I know of tell of what's inside, I'm inclined to think there's a bit o' truth to it."

At the invitation for more planning (and importantly, more alcohol), Rurik nods. "Aye, count me in. Buying some rations for the road can wait until morning."