"I'm sorry to say, but I don't have a very good memory of what happened. Between the alcohol and a good blow to the head," Sabian pulled his somewhat unkempt hair from his forehead revealing a sizable bruise, "I just don't have a very good recollection of the situation." He pondered for a brief moment as he released his hair. "My wife was wearing a long green dress and a good amount of mostly golden jewelry. A necklace depicting Abadar's golden key and some bangles and whatnot." Sabian turned his focus to Wren in particular. "As well as the bruise on my forehead I have some welts here and there. I don't think I was cut anywhere and I also don't think anything was taken from me. If I'm not misremembering, it almost seemed as if they were in a hurry."<br/><br/>Sabian then turned to address Ionia and Mirk's comments and questions. "While I do plan on getting as many bodies I can trying to solve this, you're all the first ones to show serious interest in getting to the bottom of it. If you're truly concerned about losing the sum to some other group, I would have no issue with you showing up to study those who come to future sessions." Sabian turned specifically toward Mirk and gave him a stern look. "The leads I have to look into on my own would be no help to you. These require both my influence and my affluence to pursue. I assure you I'm not withholding from you anything you'd need to know." Sabian released a small huff and eased his intense gaze. "Speaking of those things, I would like to get to them. I think it would be best for you to find whatever you can and come with more questions when you come to see the portrait."