Drajhan listened closely to the woman's tale as they walked along. He had, of course, learned of slavers and both the benefits and detriments they could bring to a society. His sworn enemies, the followers of the fiends, bartered slaves as if they were bread, but it had become a personal mission of Drajhan's upon liberating his people to also liberate the oppressed slaves among them. It was not an easy nor cheap task; a decree can only go so far, and the slave trade was well-established when he made his return.

Draj's expression darkened when the woman mentioned her daughter. This is why he held power. This was his calling: bringing hope and peace to the downtrodden. Others may scoff or think it a waste of time, but to Drajhan, there was no higher purpose. This issue with the Gate, important though it may be, was stalled for the time being. If he had to save this woman's daughter alone, so be it.

"Nainiren, I swear to you upon all that I hold dear in my life that I will find your daughter and deliver her unto you, or die in the attempt. I shall neither rest easy nor be merry until you have been reunited together. So swear I upon my family crest, upon my blade, and upon my honor." Drajhan solemnly knelt before the woman, bowing deeply before her. "I do not pretend to be humble, but you may trust my word is true. I know what it means to be separated from those you care about. The scars it brings cut deeper than any knife, and can only be healed by one remedy: reunuion. Please, share all you know about your daughter: her name, her looks, her age. If she lives, I will find her come hells or high waters."