"Do you know who the person your mother wanted to meet is? If we can find them then we will be able to find your mother!"

This was asked after the gargantuan colossus had put the two squirmings, uncomfortable and frightened children back down onto the street. Having been released from the clutches of the giant, the little girl now half-hid behind her brother, holding onto his arm for dear life. She didn't look like she was going to cry anymore, and the sudden release of the two youngsters had caused the crowd of increasingly suspicious people to disperse. Somewhat. Slightly.

"Uhm... M-mom had us help carry the baskets." The boy stammered. "There were sheets in them, for someone in a big house... Mom does their laundry... I think." He explained nervously, trying his best to regain whatever composure a child could manage in the face of El Gigante. 

"The people there are strange.." Said the girl, hoarsely and barely audible from behind her brother's back. The boy nodded in agreement. "Yeah, they all have mean faces and carry around dangerous stuff, like knives and bigger knives!" The boy gestured with his hands and arms to emphasize the difference between just a knife and a much bigger knife. "Mom always told us not to talk with them... But one of them came up and started speaking with us, we got scared... So we-"The boy paused. "We got scared and ran. 'Cause mom was in the house, giving back the things... We thought we could run away, and come back before she left... But she never came out, or we missed her... We looked, but couldn't find her." The explanation was graspable if a bit haphazard and all over the place.

"The house is over that way." The girl pointed with her free hand, towards the north-east part of the city.

"Perfect! Let's hurry off then!"

As soon as the child pointed in the direction of the house, Torran immediately started walking that way, only keeping a slow enough pace for the children to keep up. Despite the prospect of their being knives and 'bigger knives' in the house, Torran seemed completely unbothered. Whether that was because he had experience being around a lot of weaponry, or he was just too dull to pay attention to the fact there are armed people in the building is anyone's guess. As he walked down the road, making a large path through the crowd thanks to his massive dimensions, Torran realized he should probably be dispensing some wisdom to these children, as the adventurer he met last night did to him.

"You know, you should never run away from adults - after all, they only want what's best for you!"

Sure, the descriptions of the people in this house seemed a bit dreary and rough, but in Torran's mind, this was surely just children being intimidated by bigger adults than they were used to. After all, these children seemed a little bit like scaredy cats - they were scared of being only 6 feet or so off the ground! As such, Torran completely ignored that there may be dangerous criminals inside of the building, and continued on his way to the house, speaking to the siblings as he did so.

"You must be excited to see your Mother again - a few years ago, I couldn't be without my parents for a few hours without being scared. You two sure are tough!"

While the gargantuan Boaz was making an effort to walk slowly, what was considered slow to him was, in fact, a very brisk pace for two youngsters who had not yet fully grown their legs. Having to almost jog to keep up with the lumbering mass, who was strangely swift and good at clearing a path through a crowd, the two siblings did what they could to stay with him.

The words that blurted out of the fellow's mouth were none too comforting, nor particularly uplifting - as such, the two children only listened, rather than respond. After all, despite being kids, even they could tell that their mother was likely not at the house anymore, since quite a while had passed since their separation. Still, with the big, hulking fellow by their side, even the knife-wielding scary people of that house may be willing to at least tell them in what direction their mother had gone... Maybe?

After a little bit of walking, with no rest or breathers to speak of, the trio finally arrived. A large, dark-colored building of wood, stone, and brick, with dark blue-colored roof tiles and a tall, black iron fence with spiked poles, surrounding the entire compound. There was a gate, but it had been shut and seemed locked, and nobody could be seen in the courtyard or immediately outside the fence or gate. At least, nobody wielding big knives, or even bigger knives.

"Th-this is it." Said the boy, huffing and puffing, trying to catch his breath from the power-walk he had just had to endure to get here. "Mo-Mother went in there to- to hand back their laun... laundry."

"Wha- What now...?" The girl squeaked, tired and teary-eyed.

Torran stared at the building with a relatively benign expression. It didn't look like anything special, and he wasn't really expecting anything dangerous in the first place - he simply saw it as another large building that was in the city. More interesting than the building were the people residing within it. Torran always thought that doing laundry was difficult, but his mother had helped him a lot in learning how to properly clean and dry it... So why did the people here not know how? Perhaps they never learned properly?

Torran never really thought about the fact that they could just be paying someone to do something they simply didn't want to do, and that there was no real hidden meaning behind the action. He decided not to ask about their laundry habits, instead looking at the two children as they spoke.

"Well, now we just have to knock and ask them where your mother is! I'm sure they'll know, adults know a lot of things..."

Torran lied - despite being an adult, he didn't know much at all, and he was well aware of that fact. Most other adults knew many things, like how his mother knew how to cure a cold with warm soup, and his father knew how to tell where a scar or bruise would form. He tried to dismiss this line of thinking, as it always saddened him greatly. To distract himself, he walked up to the door and knocked.

After a short amount of time it opened, and Torran launched into explaining his presence.

"Hello, sir! I found these children on the street, and they said their mother was here earlier - do you know where she could be?"