Sensing the arcane ritual cast by the Drow paladin, Nicholas nods. "He's telling the truth or he has powerful abilities to circumvent magic compelled honesty. Time will tell." Scratching the fur underneath Ozzy's chin, he listens to Dortumn's new orders and the discussion about what remains to be found.
"As dangerous as it is, I'm actually eager to see this firearms master for myself. The technology behind it sounds fascinating." He eyes the Drow with some caution as he relays his tale, but upon hearing his disdain for his own kind and seeing the way the man carries himself, he begins to relax his guard.
"There was a time I considered the Orphans, the only Drow I've ever seen, as perhaps good intentioned. Rebellion is not always evil." He pauses a moment before continuing.
"That was before they kidnapped our friend. Either their organization has been hijacked by lunatics or the Orphans themselves are an untrustworthy bunch. Whether it be Drow or any other race that is responsible, I intend to learn of their ways, wrest their power from them and break their organization for good."