Zook heard the permission being granted and proceeded to explain. "<span style="font-style: italic">First of all <span style="font-weight: bold">this</span>...</span>" Zook pulled out his left hand and held up the item within it "<span style="font-style: italic">...is likely to be important, but I'll get to that later.</span>" Zook looked at the item in question, a book that he had taken from the corpse. It looked to be a small journal, measuring about 3 inches by 6 inches and 1 inch thick. It's cover was made from dark brown leather with strands of mithral thread woven in a strange pattern. It bears no title, just the mithral-thread icon on the front cover. Zook would have to either memorize or recognize that symbol fast.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Our names are...</span>" Zook proceeded to list the names of each of his companions, using prestidigitation to give their faces a blue color before returning it back to normal. Pointing is impolite after all. "<span style="font-style: italic">This is Verric, a cleric of <span style="font-weight: bold">Dol Dorn</span>.</span>" Zook thought this would be a good start to the introductions as it would influence the perception of the next people. "<span style="font-style: italic">This face that manages to be just as lovely in blue belongs to Corila. This would be Damien <span style="font-weight: bold">ir'</span>Faldren. Over here is...</span>" Zook paused for a quarter of a second as he realized what the icon on the journal was supposed to be. "<span style="font-style: italic">...Jorrin <span style="font-weight: bold">d'Cannith</span>. This young man is Enoch Tar'kaden.</span>He stopped at one of the companions. "<span style="font-style: italic">I was too busy dealing with a threat to my life to get a proper introduction from you, but before I get that introduction, I must thank you for coming in to help and providing the rope so that this incident could end in less bloodshed.</span>"<br/><br/>Once Zook got that introduction, he prepared his own introduction, extruding ethereal pages while saying proudly "<span style="font-style: italic">And I am Zook <span style="font-weight: bold">d'Tarlian</span>, a regular performer at Ten Torches Theater. I wouldn't mind writing my address down for you if you would need to get in contact with me later. That just leaves the names of the murder victim and the warforged for you to identify. However, I have not had the opportunity to learn your names in any context other than court transcripts, and I would much prefer the ability to use names instead of pronouns, especially when dealing with not only the fine men and women who protect this city, but one who is likely descended from the many dwarves who built it in the first place.</span>"<br/><br/>That last bit should do well in getting on the dwarf's good side.