The man who had so 'courteously' aided the 'helpless' halfling was not so well-mannered as to avoid reading over her shoulder. Mind, distracted as he was by the rarity that was holding such a small, warm and voluptuous body he didn't exectly see the whole message. He didn't seem to have to, however.<br/><br/>He was an average adventurer type: rough around the edges, a scar here and there, but chicks were into scars, right? But his awe did not last, and as Viloet stuffed the parchment in her ample bosom, his dumbfounded, distracted grin faded into concern. He did indeed put the halfling down, but everything about his body language screamed he knew something uncomfortable that she did not.