[center][h3][b][color=a187be]Lorenzo of Windor[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]
[color=a187be]"You would want me to assist you?"[/color] Lorenzo asked with a look of sheer disbelief. This paralyzed man assisting with efforts to help out the son of his previous boss? That was a new thing that Lorenzo hadn't heard of, and it caused him to chuckle slightly. Martyrdom waltzed over to Col's side and eagerly looked up at him for what is to be assumed as a head scratch while Lorenzo spoke again. 

[color=a187be]"I would offer my services, but I am afraid that I must remain here in my cottage. My legs are like marmalade, and they cannot support me. Martyrdom is the only hound I have with me, and if you need a tracking companion you would have to wait a fair amount of time... unless..."[/color] Lorenzo paused, took a deep breath, and exhaled. [color=a187be]"... unless you would care to take this crippled artist with you."[/color] Ugh. Artist. Lorenzo shuddered at the thought of that being his actual passion. He was terrible at it, and none of the landscape paintings in the back of his cottage could say anything otherwise. They were all terrible! Absolutely dreadful! [color=a187be]"Of course, this must first be consulted with my doctor."[/color] Lorenzo turned to look at the doctor, his seat sadly not being a mobile one.