[h3][right][color=C1CDCD]Nemorad[/color][/right][/h3][hr] The horned Warforged watched from his space near the door as the motley group of individuals all seemed to be sizing each other up - likely not having expected such a turnout for a task requiring a manner of ‘specific skills’. He held his hands awkwardly as he watched some skeptical glances pass over him, pausing, before moving on. Fortunately though, it seemed not all was as tense as he had feared, as two of the individuals met each other with a hug. He watched in admiration as the two reunited in a heart-warming embrace - Nemorad moving one of his hands to cup over the other absent-mindedly as he did so. However, his swooning over the display of affection would not last long as another, final individual entered the room -- an older gentleman. He made himself known before resting upon the bed, then introducing himself. Nemorad listened intently to the man’s further explanations of the going-ons of the area, producing some much needed information at the behest of the others present. Meanwhile, his eyes clocked in on the photo. The man’s wife was seemingly on the older side - wrinkled features, graying blonde hair -- and brown eyes. In the image, she wore a beautiful dress that looked rather expensive. He memorized the photo, before looking back at Abraham. Nemorad could only imagine the desperate desire he had to find his wife. He tuned back into the voices of the others present, listening to their questions and the answers in turn. Though, one individual in particular took him aback - Flick’s insistence on the group’s inability to find the man’s wife saddened him. He wanted to interrupt - to insist that they [i]would[/i] find the woman - but he tended to his manners and waited. The negativity of the comment just crawled under his skin, making him feel even worse for Abraham. The crawling feeling was, however, seeming to subside somewhat as the other members of the group began promising their participation in the quest. It made him joyful - naively, some might say - that these people would show this old man some kindness by helping him. Surely it wasn’t the [i]money[/i] they were in for. Not at all. The Warforged squared his chest and looked at Abraham as he became ready to speak up after the others. [color=C1CDCD]“We shall find your wife, Mr. Garrick. You have my promise as well - her kidnappers will face justice.”[/color]