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Message: <blockquote data-quote="horticulture" data-source="post: 5572785" data-attributes="member: 6671055">Kellindil kept the group of strange do-gooders between him and the bereaved father, watching with disinterest; feigned perhaps, but who's to tell. On some level he could relate to the man, willing to do anything to regain someone so dear, and he was, a few short years ago, at the same beginning Baldwin now finds himself - lost and not knowing his next step. Perhaps it was another hurdle placed before him, another test the divine saw fit to impose upon him. As if he hadn't done his share.Cavorting with demons and nurturing heartless dictators wasn't enough apparently. Now he had to look in some proverbial mirror and see his plight from another angle. Help some poor, downtrodden soul regain what once was lost? Then, and only then, he might understand what it really meant to be alone?So be it.He sighed, a silent curse to the gods just behind his teeth, and pushed his way to the forefront. "Fate makes for strange bedfellows, it seems," he says, looking up at the man. "I'll help find your daughter. If not for you, than for myself..."</blockquote>