The girl met his eyes, showing the uncertainty that she so rarely felt. After a long hesitation of silence, during which she glances up to search for the red-haired woman, she swallows hard in an attempt to wet her dry throat.<br/><br/>"Morranwick city..." her tone falls heavy, as if this were the deadliest of news for her, voice cracked and brittle with need of water.<br/><br/>Her gaze flicks away, casting down to her lap as her head reels. It couldn't be. The city was far too dangerous for her. Too many eyes. His spies are everywhere. They see everything. Surrounding herself with people would be the best way to invite a slow and painful death. She could only hope that she had not been seen when they brought her into the city. They'd asked her name. Either he was looking her to confirm his suspicions as to who she was, or he did not know.<br/><br/>Hoping he had no idea as to her identity yet, she schooled her expression into a look of slight tension and apprehension, hoping to give the look of an innocent girl who is confused as to why she is being held.<br/><br/>"There are some who call me Raven... sir." she added the last word after a pause, struggling to keep a sincere tone. "I have many names, but this is the one I give the most. I'm a merchant. I was... traveling, I-.." she didn't have to try to sound nervous as she recalled the events leading up to this moment. "I buy goods from the outlying villages, and move on to sell them for a profit elsewhere. It was late... but I wanted to reach the village, so I pushed past nightfall...." she shuddered, "They killed my friend, the animals... I expect they stole or destroyed my shipment... Please, can you tell me what happened? I can't remember-- Its... its all so foggy. How did I get here? What do you want of me?"