OOC: I left room for backup, so there were two leads present in the situation. You took one of them, albeit the most obvious.
In the Upper City...
The guard stood vigilant on the streets, even though anything barely happened, if ever, during the day. As thus, he was surprised to be aproached by someone, and no less, a priest of Innos in training.
"Aye, lad. That would be one of tha couriers here. He takes messages, letters 'n packages from everywhere ta anybody in tha town, sometimes even tha farms. Follow tha road towards tha lower city ta find him. Hurry, if ya wish ta catch 'im." he said and nodded, to confirm what he had just said.
In the Khorinis Barracks...
"Hmm?" the guard in red leather armor at the entrance seemed puzzled by the question, his mind seemingly drifting on other paths.
"Oh! Iorek, yes, yes, yes. I know him." he confessed, rather reluctantly.
"Yes, I'm sorry, but he isn't here at the moment. At this hour," he looks up to observe the position of the sun,
"you'll find him in the market square." His look trailed off again to some distant point in the horizon.
OOC: I know that I'm just prolonging the interesting point, aka the conversations, but I do not like the idea of puting words into your mouths. I've participated in a few RP sessions where a good question asked at the right moment could've changed a lot. Not that I know what questions would do that, at the moment, mind you.