"Ahh Petros... Good man, may Pharasma keep his soul. Don't let these fools like Gibbs sway you. Most folk in this town respected tha Professor. He did nothin' but help us, even those that spread those nasty rumors about him. The man was more a saint than a necromancer. How long are ya planning on stayin' in good ol' Ravengro?" Zolkar continues his rounds at tables around you and is wiping down tables as soon as the patrons get up to leave. He nods his head at the mention of the professor and gives a reassuring smile as he talks about the people of the town and his memories of the professor. As you finish your food he cleans up your plates and refills your mugs and then returns to the rest of the patrons.
Both of you hear people talking nearby at other tables. In hushed tones you keep hearing rumors that every once in a while, if you visit Harrowstone near sundown, you can hear the ghost of the warden's wife wailing and sobbing from somewhere within the ruins. And that she haunts the prison now, forever mourning her husband and attempting to frighten anyone who intrudes on the prison.