"You were...You were in the mines?" Fossil looked up in disbelief. She'd never heard of a kid making it though that hell. But he must have. She saw why her parents hadn't told her; it would have crushed her. "Um, your mom was great. I missed both of you a lot. Danni's aggressive questioning wasn't exactly making Fossil comfortable, but it made sense. The kid had been through a lot, and Fossil didn't want to let him down now. "Your mom was a resistance fighter. My parents were too; that's how we knew each other. She was really brave and nice." This was bringing back the experience of being eight and semi in hiding. Danni had been the closest to her age, and he couldn't do much (he was a baby after all) but Fossil always liked being with the little guy. She'd always wondered what grown up Danni would be like. This was weird, seeing him in uniform. The bandana certainly wasn't part of the uniform though. Upon closer inspection, it wasn't really technically a bandana, but a small scarf, a solidarity scarf from the forming of the Red Leopards. "Danni, your mom was high up. She was a rebel and a hero." Suddenly the tears started flowing. Danni had been her little brother from another mother. And he was alive. And sort of safe. "I missed you a lot, Danni."<br/>_______________________________________________________________________________________________<br/><br/>Krunn was great at his job. He had estimated a few hours, but it was less than ten minutes before he called Haeftin back to his chamber. The old sorcerer handed the adjutant a neat square of paper with the description of a house written on it.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">The cove village, the house with a red door, the small dock. </span><br/><br/>Haeftin shook the man's hand enthusiastically.<br/><br/>"Great work Krunn!" And with that he nearly flew out of the room, down the hall, and to the door of the interrogation room. Outside he put on his most solemn demeanor, but before he opened the door a guard stopped him, and held out a large, intricately carved ebony case.<br/><br/>"She asked for her instruments, Sir." So it had escalated that quickly then. Haeftin raised an eyebrow and took the case under his arm. The guard held the door open for him.<br/><br/>Well that was quite a bit of blood. Haeftin produced his handkerchief and laid it on the table next to Mezmoriia. The interrogator would be most annoyed if she got blood on herself and had nothing to wipe it off with. Then he held out the note. His hold signaled the relevancy. He almost managed to suppressed a proud smirk. This was efficient work, and good work at that.