Grim's green eyes stared at Caleb unblinkingly. He had been around the 'holy warrior' long enough to realize the man fully bought the whole 'on a mission from God' theme. Of course, Grim had lived long enough to realize that faith in anything was power, whether it was in the Almighty Lord or almighty dollar.

Shrugging slightly, Grim looked around the table. "So we give Doreen a call and find out about her daughter. Unless anyone else found a clue in their cornflakes ...?"