Peering back up and now over to Ionia, Sabian answered, "The portrait should be a couple of days. The courier could probably have it in late tomorrow," It seemed that Sabian shook himself out some bad thoughts as he continued in an unusually snappy manner, "but I didn't tell him I was going to pay him less otherwise."<br/><br/>The nobleman looked again to Mirk. "My wife has no magical talent or magical bloodline of any sort, nor anything else of the sort I can think of. She is of noble blood, but blood no more important than mine. Between myself and her family, there would be quite a ransom to be asked, but I don't think we'll be so lucky."<br/><br/>He continued to follow the questions down to the shorter one he silently thought sounded a little strange. Though that might be a good omen when it came to adventurers, he thought. "The attackers didn't say much of anything. There was a thing or two in undercommon, but I wouldn't be able to tell you what any of it meant." Sabian seemed to actually appreciate the last question he was asked. "Drow take victims far too regularly around here. I'm not sure about any similarities my Betia may have with the other victims, but when you return to see the portrait I'll make sure to double-check that idea for you. I wouldn't be surprised if some sick slaver is trying to complete some sort of collection." Sabian gazed around the room, at this point he was expecting another question.