Nicolas shook Zacharias' Smith's hand, giving him an easy smile, despite having to hold back a bit of a flinch at the language used. "It was good of you to see me," he said softly in response. He wasn't really sure what exactly had drawn him to Smith's journal entry, but after reading it he felt compelled to help. He rubbed the back of his neck, before smoothing out imaginary wrinkles on his blue robes he wore. "Shall we get down to business?"