Harry watched the other's expression after what he said, the cloth stopping him from speaking at first as he took a sharp inhale of air before relaxing. His hand uplifting to catch Raven's sleeve, giving him a serious look. No room for jokes here or even if it were to be attempted. "I ain't underestimating, I don't want anythin' going wrong when yer involved too." Because Raven was important. Raven was probably one of --if not the-- strongest member in Altosk at the moment. And if something stupid happened that got this member in trouble, then Harry didn't know what he would do.
Letting his hand fall to let the other continue his work, his head lowered and eyes closed. Reciting information he'd already put into his mind from his attackers. Certain times flinching over a specific bruise during his recital of the mens looks before continuing on.
It was probably a bit of a surprise how much information about what they looked like Harry had reported as he finished with it. His eyes lowering afterwards. He was not an idiot, as soon as it had begun and he'd gotten from his confused stupor, he'd began trying to glare up through his bangs, get the information he could grab despite the blurry looks. He had at least provided a mostly accurate description of the groups clothes and hair. Though the eyes ... He'd only remembered one of their eyes and that was because of how close that man's face had gotten to his own.
Brown eyes, deep in color, almost so deep you could mistake them for black, but they were brown. His breath was rancid, not as if he'd just been drinking, rancid, but as if his teeth had rotted and he'd been trying to keep them all in his mouth despite the fact.
No descriptions of faces otherwise then, because through golden strands it was difficult enough to see, let alone get good face-views on them. He hoped however it would work for what Raven was going to do --whatever that was-- because from this point on, he couldn't be of help. Which just tugged at his stomach in all sorts of ways that Harry didn't like. Helpless...
Something he had promised himself to never be again. And he'd just up and given himself away like that. So easily, all because Raven had pressed a little. Why did he give in? He could have just delt with it in private. Thoughts of not caring if someone beat him up or otherwise. He'd expected worse since day one. Raven hadn't even noticed him after Don died until coming back to Dhangrest after no words of warning or goodwill or anything.
Pushing those thoughts from his mind, Harry closed his eyes once Rave was done, brushing off his hands to up-do his own tassels. Just because he had been hurt didn't mean that he couldn't dress himself. "There..." He mumbled, "that's all fer today; there's a few papers left I can finish up here." His eyes stayed on the floor silently, sifting back and forth before the final words passed his lips.
"Don't ya do anythin' that'd get cause for punishment."
Just find them, and who they worked for. If they weren't Guild Members, then there was nothing other than Altosk's moral code to stop Raven from hurting them as much as he wanted. Though there was one more thing-- maybe ... not just find them. "Make sure after they're found though, that they can't leave Dhangrest." His hair was over his eyes, the calculating look, thinking carefully over all of this. "Af'er all, they're gonna be Altosks guests. Them an' whoever they worked for."
Meaning he needed them as well. Needed them to find the others who did this, wanted this for him, and then to offer proof to the man guild or whoever had done this to him.