[color=Gray][right][h1][b][color=C1cdcd]Nemorad[/color][/b][/h1][b][i][color=C1cdcd]INTERACTING WITH:[/color][/i][/b] N/A
[b][i][color=C1cdcd]LOCATION:[/color][/i][/b] Caraway Inn
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The Warforged stood dutifully, watching the other individuals in the room as they were supplied their monetary allotments. Although the letter had included a notice of payment, that wasn’t why Nemorad had found himself here. He only wished to help. Of course, money was a necessary article to possess in society, and he knew that it would be necessary to acquire the gear they might need. He extended his hand to receive his cut only when it was offered to him.

He tucked the payment into a small pouch at the front of his waist, turning his gaze up afterwards to see that just a few more questions seemed enough to satisfy some of his proposed companions. He watched the red-haired Genasi make her leave, leaving her Elven partner behind. She didn’t seem particular interested in interrogating their employer for more information, which Nemorad found a little odd, but he was sure she had her reason.

After a moment the Otter seemed to follow. The Warforged had never seen an Otter quite the same as that one - in fact he was quite curious as to [i]why[/i] it behaved the way it was. From what he had learned from reading, Otters were definitely [i]not[/i] supposed to talk. But that was a matter to explore another time, he thought, as one of the remaining members of the party approached Garrick with another line of questions.

He looked her over as she began asking the man various questions regarding his wife’s disappearance. As he watched and listened, he found her to be quite thorough. She asked questions that he himself had been preparing to ask, had nobody else done so first. He found himself wondering if she had done this sort of search and rescue mission before? But for what reason? [i]Whatever[/i] the reasoning, she seemed committed to the task of finding Garrick’s wife - something Nemorad found quite encouraging.

He took in the information the auburn-haired girl coaxed from the older man, eventually looking on approvingly as she departed.

It wasn’t long before the rest in the room started to funnel out, one of the last being Lak Lok, who [s]imposed[/s] offered an effigy to Garrick before making his way past Nemo to leave. The Warforged turned to follow the last member of the party before he paused in the doorway. He looked back to the older gentleman, offering a deep nod. [color=C1cdcd]“We will find her.”[/color] He said, before he stooped to exit the room.

He found his way down the stairs, albeit less graciously than the smaller races, his footfalls emitting creeks from the steps. When he found himself at the bottom he looked around. It seemed most of the group had been content to congregate at the bar.

The Warforged wasn’t exactly the best at making smalltalk, but nonetheless he approached the others, reckoning that they should stick together, and took up a spot standing maybe a little [i]too[/i] close behind the shoulders of the seated Otter and the auburn-haired Human. He’d approached just in tome to catch the make Genasi’s name: ‘Flick’. He noted the name down mentally before speaking in his own gravelly tone over the heads of those seated.

[color=C1cdcd]“I am called Nemorad. It is nice to meet you all.”[/color] He recited. Despite it being a greeting he had trained for a long time ago, it meant just as much to him as the first time he’d realized what it meant. He was always happy to meet new people, and it seemed he’d be working closely - or at least he assumed he would be - with those present.

He turned his gaze to human who’d been tailed the entire time by what looked like the skeleton of a Goliath. Normally he would be rather wary of such a sight - in fact, he still was wary, finding his hand subconsciously hovering near the mare’s leg holstered onto his thigh - but it seemed the creature was something of a companion to the human. An odd sight, but it didn’t seem to be hostile towards anyone.. so he felt mostly at ease.

However the Human’s proposition confused him somewhat. Were they a Necromancer? From his readings it seemed Necromancy was frowned upon in some lands - something he felt he didn’t quite understand - but it seemed this one had no trouble with their abilities being known. Nemorad found himself wondering what they’d meant. What dead could help them?
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