With his mouth half opened and his eyes wide open, the man looks as the two beautiful elves run to his side to aid him, surprised even more of the fact that "someone" helped him. Not even the gate guards did anything for him.
Lost in all this, he even missed the part when the more wild elf cured his arm.
Amazed he looks at his arm, closing and opening his hand. "I... I deeply appreciate your assistance and your concern for this stranger my ladies." Abde'Ragman bows sophisticatedly in his land's way. "I am Abde'Ragman, a travelling merchant from the great Calisham." the man pauses, and his face turns sad and grim "My... caravan was attacked by bandits, they... they killed my mother and my helpers. I... tried to stop them, but I fail them, I fail my mother... Maybe you should have left me to die." the calishite laments, replying the bard.
From behind his head, a tan toad comes climbing, and it croaks as he sees the elves. "Stop crying like that Jasmar" the wizard pats the female toad, which closes her eyes and "ribbits".
"Since I've lost everything, maybe I could pay your assistance with work, or with anything else you need." Again, the man bows, leaving his staff standing in the air, supported by some kind of invisible force.