Matrim's expression darkened with sorrow for a moment. It might have been years ago, but the loss was still fresh. It would never leave him, truly. The man's speech had simply brought it to the front of his mind. Coming back to the ruin of his home and finding. . . "I had no idea. I know your pain, however." Shaking his head, he returned himself to the present. "There are more pressing issues facing us tonight, however. I think that our noble friend has decided to do something foolish. I happen to be working with him on a quest that is rather important, and those supplies he mentioned were for our entire group, commoners and noble." He shrugged. "Young men are rash." He peered at the letter, not able to help the curiosity the bard still retained. "What is that, anyway?"