Jaques follows along, listening to the woman as she spoke. When they reach the office he lets Vaughn take a seat first before seating himself. Watches Vaughn out of the corner of his eye as the Wildwood speaks, and when he stops the other man is still looking at him.
He shifts his gaze to fully rest on the doctor once more, his default scowl had shifted to not be so harsh, more neutral. "Former slaves, he means. We offer sanctuary to slaves who need assistance. Ink, for example, would be welcome." He gives a slight pause before continuing, trying to give the woman a better idea of what she'd be dealing with, "Those we currently look after were slaves to the brothel the building we're in used to be. Most had never been outside the building, born and raised inside, before we took it over and converted it about... seven moons ago now?" He looks to Vaughn, who nods confirmation before settling his gaze back on T'rahz. "Their wills and ability to look after their own needs are very limited. Is that something you'd be able to help them reclaim and overcome?"
He shifts his gaze to fully rest on the doctor once more, his default scowl had shifted to not be so harsh, more neutral. "Former slaves, he means. We offer sanctuary to slaves who need assistance. Ink, for example, would be welcome." He gives a slight pause before continuing, trying to give the woman a better idea of what she'd be dealing with, "Those we currently look after were slaves to the brothel the building we're in used to be. Most had never been outside the building, born and raised inside, before we took it over and converted it about... seven moons ago now?" He looks to Vaughn, who nods confirmation before settling his gaze back on T'rahz. "Their wills and ability to look after their own needs are very limited. Is that something you'd be able to help them reclaim and overcome?"
