Jokad stands dumbly clearly lost as to how to respond. He looks down at the sobbing gray haired halfling and hopefully back at Mandraiv... or any of the rest of you for that matter.
He snorts and his shoulders sag a bit. He thinks to himself, 'So much for patrolling the North part of town and making a high profile at the White Deer.
He snorts and his shoulders sag a bit. He thinks to himself, 'So much for patrolling the North part of town and making a high profile at the White Deer.