Intrigue painted itself across haughty, regal features.  Features that hardly matched her personality; but were hers, manifesting her innate curiosity.  "What iss at the mill?"<br/><br/>The naga shook her head rather briskly just after question was posed, lifting a slender hand as if to wave the notion away.  "No, apologiess.  I musst inquire, Endorel.  Ssomething hass happened to your father, yess?  I sshould be, ah, returning to the casstle?"