Aimil let Valerius speak for them, he was better at it than she. He had years and years of experience of being patient and asking for permission, she did not. As a lady, Aimil had spent her whole life being given the things she wanted. Her lips pursed as they were denied help, and the grip on her sword tightened, she was frustrated now. Would no one help her. The woman gave her a knowing look, and her words humbled Aimil, "That would be my brother," she said softly, possibly unheard.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, the armored woman rose to her feet, "Could you give us a direction to look? Just some small help?" Aimil's voice grew louder than she meant it, but quickly curbed it. She didn't sit back down, instead she moved to pace in the back of the room.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately no," Sanga said, and there was sorrow in her voice.<br/><br/>The young warrior wanted to hit the wall, wanted to put a hole through it in frustration, but instead she just clenched her fist at her side. "Well this was worthless," she grunted, "so much for our only lead." She ran a hand over her face.