Despite the reassurances, Molly couldn't help but be at least a little bit skeptical. Outside of his friends back in Exandria, nobody ever gave a shit about him, so why would complete strangers suddenly do so? But he had to believe that there was a chance that someone would pull through. If he could just hold out a little while longer, then maybe he could find what became of his friends.
Though hearing that this gentleman had not heard of Wildemount was not reassuring.
"Friends of mine were taken by this nasty arsehole slaver, I was just trying to free them. Thought I could even the odds a bit, but he and his glaive had other ideas." Molly winced as he recalled the pain of that weapon piercing his skin. He hoped that at least his sacrifice wasn't in vain. If Jester, Yasha, and Fjord got out then it would have all been worth it. "I would say that'll teach me to run headfirst into trouble again, but, well. That would be a lie." Something which Molly was, as it turned out, very good at.