*A tall, strapping young man looks around the doorway to the office. He's dirty from travel, tired and flushed with urgency, but his blue eyes are brightly intent.*
Excuse me, sir... *Quantum turns to acknowledge him. The young man sketches a quick bow.* I am Galan Iraes, a paladin of Toran. I received word of your need through a messenger, and have come from Hlint to lend what assistance I can.
*Dragging a travel bag behind him, he steps further into the room*
Tell me what I can do.