Kind listened intently to the old man's words, and was quick to frown when he said that there was no reward listed. Is this quest even worth the trouble, if it wasn't certain it could replenish afterward? It then turned to look at the others in the company... At least three of them looked human, but the animate pot and its slime companion (or perhaps it was an extension of itself?) did not seem appetizing to the pale creature. Kind at least has some assurance that it'll still have a meal or two in case it got too tired and hungry, whether or not a reward would be received after this small journey. [color=8882be]"Friends."[/color] Kind muttered as its eyes scanned each of them carefully, the word uttered without warmth nor malice. It then cranes its neck back to the old man. 

[color=8882be]"W... Wicker... Ford, you say? T-Then... Then that's where we will go, sir."[/color] It gave a stiff bow, before turning to head out towards the door, its upper body remaining still as its long bony legs walked wide but steady steps.

It halts when the red-haired human spoke to it, referring to something that it was not very familiar with. Kind slowly turned, then crouched down just enough to meet him at eye-level. It raised its brows, eyes widening every so subtly as it recognizes something within the man's eyes... [color=8882be]"Not your body, too?"[/color] It grinned, feeling a rare rhythm beating in its chest... The rhythm of human excitement. [color=8882be]"Did you fall from the stars, like I did? Or..."[/color] The creature's excitement slowly turns into curiosity as it tilted its head, confounded by this man's very presence. 

[color=8882be]"...No. Y-You are from... From elsewhere... Where, I wonder?"[/color] It tapped its chin before standing straight up, eyeing the parchment that it was still holding with its other hand. 

[color=8882be]"The paper does indeed... Have this strange allure."[/color] Kind said, answering the red-hair. [color=8882be]"The old man read it to me... Some human by the name of Brenwick lost an offspring... And is... Asking for h-help. Oh, right... I am Kind."[/color] The creature smiled, turning to the newcomers. [color=8882be]"Not rude- [i]never[/i] rude. Will you be coming with me? To Wick-"[/color] It chokes on its own spit, but recovers briefly. [color=8882be]"To Wickerf... Ord?"[/color]