Gordak sees nothing to speak of in the alleyway, save the general sense that he is an outsider in this place. The man leans in a shadow and speaks. "I do not know that you are much better than a kidnapper yourself. But I do not think you are worse. I know of such a thing. An orphan, who has never been able to keep much in the way of posessions for herself, though she is old enough to work, and very capable." He sighs, glancing about. "I think you will find her well-suited to your purpose, and I am sure she will find you well-suited to hers. All I ask is that you allow me to speak to her in private before you abscond to whatever treacherous peril has enticed a man of the hill tribes to Gathis. Do you give me your word?" He leans against the alley at surprising ease, a great sadness about his eyes.