[color=f26522]"You have our deepest condolences."[/color] The large goron spoke as he inclined his head to the grieving woman. [color=f26522]"Forgive our...invasiveness, but what can you tell us of the last time you saw your husband? Was anything out of the ordinary? Had he recently argued or had any altercations with anyone? Did he work at the mill?"[/color]

He folded his massive arms across his chest as each second with the crying widow stabbed at him. He felt a chaffing resistance to just standing around talking, he wanted to move, to act, to find whatever caused this. This town had been forsaken, that much was obvious and now some abhorrent thing was preying on the already downtrodden residents. It was vile and infuriating. Taking a breath to swallow back his mounting frustration, Nareck spoke both to ease the woman and reassure himself.

[color=f26522]"It is difficult, i have no doubt. And you have my sympathies for needing to relive such painful moments but any information you can provide will aid us in a swift end to this mystery and justice delivered for your loss."[/color]