Jorrin looked at his compatriots with a neutral expression. His eyes focused on the 'magic towel' for a few moments, it seemed unlike any magic item that he was familiar with. In fact, if he had to guess, it wasn't a magic item at all. While he was with his family, he had held many items that had been imbued with prestidigitation that had a very similar drying effect. He decided to keep his guess to himself, but he pushed the idea back in his brain for later use.<br/><br/>He cocked an eyebrow at Zook's odd phrasing. He definitely seemed like an odd fellow. But his time at the enclave had taught him that people are rarely what they seem. He got the feeling that he should keep an eye on this one. For that matter, all of the others seemed a bit... odd. Not that he had a good basis for that, however, most of his interactions had been on Cannith business; but still, it couldn't hurt to be cautious until he learned more.<br/><br/>He decided that he would remain silent for now, so as not to interrupt the conversation between the elf and Zook.