A look of... something passes over Max's face at Wynnie's news. Maybe it was annoyance or regret, mourning or memory, frustration or pain. His face is hard to read, but one thing is certain: Max's mood is definitely not as celebratory as the various half-orcs, Marchers, and gnomes that surround you. He is stunned for a moment, then completely drains his mug in a single long drag before reaching for another.<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">"Of all the days,"</span>he mutters before continuing on in a conversational voice. "I thank you for news of Reia's passing and offer my condolences. I am, of course, grateful that you are willing to lend your aid Miss..?"<br/><br/>Moving on, Max lays down the facts as he knows them.<br/><br/>"So Lady Nora ir'Roole is bonafide nobility. Her husband, Drevan ir'Roole, went missing two days ago, which is when I cabled you by Speaking Stone. She's Khorvar (half-elven) and he's human. Both fairly young, but successful in their own rights, your top thirty under thirty types. Or racial equivalents. You get the picture, right? Hang on, I have a sketch of each of them I dug out from an old copy of the Korrenberg Chronicle."<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/60/Devan_IrRoole.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/f9/Nora_-_Cover.jpg)</div>Max produces a pictures of each ir'Roole. You all know that the ir' prefix does indeed denote a noble family, likely dating back to times of unified Galifar before the Last War divided the empire.<br/><br/>"So Nora was distraught and confided in me. For the record, I told her that she needed to get some House Tharashk inquisitives on the case, but she insisted on hiring me. Said that it was better to have a family friend looking into the matter and I said yes because I'm a sucker and could never say no to a dame in trouble."<br/><br/>Max's expression is somewhere between annoyed and dreamy. So, quite possibly frustrated at having more balls than brains.<br/><br/>"She said she knews that Drevan occasionally heads down to the Half-Pint Tavern in Middle Dura when he needs to think and be alone. Now, I haven't been able to get close enough to the place to case it out, but what I did find out is that Drevan pays the Half-Pint Tavern’s owner enough money to leave the keys and return in the morning. Basically buys the entire place out for the evening. Who knows what he was doing in there, right? But if you've got that kinda money, more power to you."<br/><br/>Max takes another swig of ale as a cheer goes up from a table of gnomes who just beat their opponents at a game of Conquerer.<br/><br/>"So the place to start would be to check out this Tavern, capiche? Something definitely did happen there, so hopefully there's a clue or something you could use to track down Drevan before it is too late."<br/><br/>