Besel Ardoc likes to drink. 
Miss Feathers, male human prostitute.
turning into an alleyway, you see a very muscular man with no shirt leaning against the wall. He’s got a chiseled face, a well-combed head of hair and moustache, and an eye-catching silver belt buckle
‘Oh! I’ve forgotten to introduce myself. How rude! They call me Miss Feathers, and I’ll bet you can guess at my service. nudge nudge, wink wink’
‘I hear that Besel can’t make it through a day without a pint or six of whatever grog the pub he’s in is selling. I don’t know what those Ardocs are involved in, and I don’t even want to—whenever someone tells me what they’re up to, I realize again that I’d probably drink myself stupid three times a day if I were one of them.’

Besel Ardoc doesn’t travel anywhere without his golem bodyguards—all six of them. 
Roold, female human caravan soldier.
You’re in a tavern. a muscular woman approaches you, tankard in hand. She’s got close-cut red hair and polished leather armour. She shakes player’s hand firmly, and introduces herself as
‘Roold. I guard a caravan, which has been here for almost a moon. Heard you were talkin’ ‘bout the Ardocs; What do ya want with them, anyway?’
‘Those Ardocs aren’t stupid. They run the best golem-making factory since Thassilon, and when you run something like that, you have an obvious source of guards. I never seen Besel without at least six of those iron things stomping around behind him. If you’re trying to put a hurt on him, you’d best change your mind, friend.’

Besel Ardoc works long hours at the Kiln and is sometimes seen drinking at a pub in nearby Downmarket. 
Sard Coalbreath, male dwarf scallywag.
Entering a cliffside pub, you look around for yet more locals to question, and you see a sad-looking Dwarf in the corner, nursing his beer.
‘Oh,  I’d love to tell you, but my drink’s just about run dry. If I had a full pitcher, maybe it’d jog my memory?’ [1 gp]
‘Thank ye, sirs. I seen Besel drinkin’ in Downmarket a bunch, after his work at the Kiln— had a few pints with him m’self. It’s probably because of those pints that I can’t recall the name of the pub where I last saw him.’

Besel Ardoc was just seen this morning drinking at a pub in Downmarket called The Augur’s Entrails. 
Fasch, Female Human Cutpurse
Roll percent to decide which PC she takes something of from (worth 3-10 GP).
Victim PC makes a Perception check DC 16.
Success lets the victim PC catch her in the act,  failure makes the party give chase. They will catch her, but that might be while she’s trying to sell the loot.
They will catch her, then she pleads that she just wanted a warm meal this evening. [0.4 gp]
Offers to tell them about the city over a warm meal at the tavern nearby 
[Append: “because they look like newcomers” if she ran from them, but not if they catch her right away]
If asked why they look like newcomers, “When I was running from you, you didn’t know which way to turn. Everyone here knows the streets like the back of their hand”
when they inevitably ask if she’s seen Besel, ‘Down by that disgusting troll Augur temple—called Augur’s Entrails, I think. There’s a troll pullin’ his own damn entrails out on the sign. You won’t catch me drinking there, but I saw Besel and his iron monsters there this morning.’

Besel Ardoc has a meeting with the Entrails proprietor in the morning, just after the pub opens. 
Jorda Dollobart, male human fruit merchant.
You don’t find Besel, in the Entrails, and asking around is proving fruitless. A fruit merchant, tall and skeletally thin, motions you across the street to his stand.
As you near, you see his face is pockmarked with scars.
He leads you behind a makeshift wall, made from boxes of fruit—some not so fresh—and speaks; stiffly, as if his lips are damaged.
‘So you’re looking for Besel Ardoc, eh? The name’s Jorda Dollobart, and I can tell you where to find him. But first, you look like a hungry lot. I’ve got these fresh fruits I need to get off my hands, if you’d be so kind?’ [0.6 gp]
His bony hands reach up to take a small crate of far overripe tomatoes from near the top of the stack, easily managing the others to prevent them from falling. The crate has a small label saying “6 silver” on it
When they buy it, ‘Thank you, friends. I was in the Augur’s Entrails down the street this morning, and I heard Besel say he’d be back there again tomorrow morning for something. That’s probably your best bet for finding him.’
If asked how he knows that they’re looking for Besel, ‘I have exceptionally good hearing. You could call it a gift, I guess, but all I think about is the horrid wasting disease that struck my child self. It left me as I am now, you can see.’