He nodded in response to both of them as he pulled off the brown leather gloves from his hands and set them on the table. His hands had calluses on them and his knuckles were covered with fine gray hairs. Before answering them he drank down about half of the tankard of spirits before setting it to the side, looking at the dwarf and nodding. Without words the owner refilled his tankard before moving to refill the glasses of the others in the room.<br/><br/>The older man smiled and set his hands on the edge of the table, thinking about how to go over his request. "There's a merchant who I deal with to get supplies for our soldiers and I've not been able to contact him for about two weeks now. Three days ago I visited his home and his wife and little girl informed me that he has not been home since he made a trip up north to the Raker Asylum. Its a place where we send people with mental deficiancies that make it impossible for them to exist in ordinary society. This is not a military affair so I can not send soldiers without good cause, yet Im concerned since he has been gone for so long. What I would like is for you all to travel north to the Asylum, pick up his trail, find him, and then report back to me. Im willing to offer you each a hundred gold pieces upon his return and fifty pieces up front to spend on whatever supplies you might need to get there."