Mark
*Arnvald would listen as the dwarf spoke, mentally taking note of the information he was being provided. In essence a lost and found has turned into a human trafficking situation, just without the human. He'd take note of the name, physical description, and the necklace he was wearing. Most likely that would be the key to this puzzle.*

"Is there anything else you can tell me about Folkert. Any scars or physcial deformatities he has. Anything extra aside from the necklace that I may be able to use to seperate him from the group?"
Charles
"Not really, sir. He's a pretty standard looking boy though his ears aren't as pointed as most half-elves, they're rather odd. They bend outward a bit rather than straight back and have less of a point. Nearly like a human's I'd say." Otto looked up at Arnvald apologetically, as there was no more information he could give to help the ranger search for his lost apprentice. Shaking his head at himself, Otto looked down in despair. "I have no clue what to tell his mother. She doesn't even know yet, as she's been on a trip to Findara to visit family. She'll be back in a few days most likely and I'm terrified the worst has happened to Folkhert."
Mark
"It is only right you inform his mother on her return if I have not returned yet. Please reassure her though that you have someone on it to find him. This information you provided will give me a strong start, so thank you. I will return with him, one way or another."

*As he spoke he would make his way to the door, keeping his eyes on the dwarf. Arnvald tried to keep his jobs seperate from his emotions, but he always found a way to pick the emotional invested ones. Keeping his composure as he exited the hut approaching Blinder and untying the horse's lead.*

"Otto, could you please direct me to the Captain of the Guard here at Broughton. I believe they will be my next step in learning about the traders in this area."
Charles
The dwarf followed after Arnvald, his expression remaining worried. Though the elf's words were reassuring, there was still that pang of worrying about the worst outcome within Otto. Calling after Arnvald, "The guards tower would be the best place to look. You can't miss it, its the tallest building in town. Simply ask for information on any Dasvaz slavers in the area, I'm sure they'll help you as best they can!" As Arnvald rode off, Otto made his way back inside his hut, anxiously awaiting and hoping for his apprentice's return.