Bertelis nods. He's not sure what to make of the suggestion that no one has been going in or out - it's not an attractive destination at the best of times, and presumably these guards are not keeping track of the smuggling vessels sneaking into the city's port proper in the dead of night.

"No word of strange visitors in earlier weeks - perhaps a wild looking dwarf, or a man with the dark skin one does not expect north of the Arabyan gulf?"