Sabian stopped in his tracks, flashed an impatient grimace, and finally turned to face Mirk's sudden interrogation. It seemed he made an effort to avert his gaze from the flirtatious reunions blooming around him and instead made focused eye contact with Mirk as he absorbed his questions. After hearing the last of the questions he cleared his throat before providing his response.<br/><br/>"I don't have a very good recollection of the night as a whole. My wife and I were quite inebriated on our way back from the Chateau Goulaine." He paused, began to say something, and then instead said, "It's a winery, after all. I only remember a general feeling of being attacked. I didn't come out of it with any stab or cut wounds. But I am quite bruised up. I really only remember fearing for my Betia's safety.<br/><br/>"I have a portrait of my wife being brought as soon as possible. Unfortunately, I have quite the case of aphantasia. I can tell you she has long blonde hair, a small nose, slightly sunken eyes, and complexion similar to mine, but I've only memorized those facts. I just could not guide an artist to recreate her faithfully." Sabian slightly shifted his otherwise steady stance. "I would appreciate status updates in any case. If you do get anywhere, you'd be best to return anyhow. You can ask Valk, the half-orc out front, if you need to reach me.<br/><br/>"My wife and I were alone. We had some jewelry and clothes that were not inexpensive, but nothing in particular. Not even my wife and I knew specifically our itinerary that night. It was the first time we had visited the Chateau in years. As a politician, it's simply not possible for my wife and I to not have at least some enemies, but I would know if this was one of them. The town guard have been doing their best, but it's not their duty to pursue drow, only to keep them away."<br/><br/>Sabian took a small breather before answering Mirk's final question. It would be a very impressive performance if he truly did not love his wife. "We don't need to think about that." His stern gaze finally broke and panned to the floor. "But yes. If that's how it must be. Is there anything else?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Mirk doesn't notice any odd mannerisms or any other sort of tells from Sabian. Upon a closer look he does seem to have a decent bruise on his forehead somewhat hidden behind his hair, but he doesn't look very beat up. Though, he isn't showing much skin.</div></div>