Fredric smiled as she said that her job had gone well, he always worried about her like she was one of his own. The smile was quickly wiped from his face along with the mirthful look in his eyes as she mentioned the Drow. His eyes went steely and he leaned forward, looking her straight in the eye. “So…it seems the Blinking Shadow is about to live up to her name once again eh?” he says. He chuckled at the slightly shocked look in her eyes as he leaned back, his serious demeanor calming a little bit.<br/><br/>He sighed and rested his hands on his bald head, tan from years under the sun. His fingers habitually rubbed the small red mark on his forehead that had been there since what seemed like forever. “Oh don’t be too surprised, I am not as senile as I look,” he says with his old grin, though it seemed a little weary this time. “I’ve known for awhile.”<br/><br/>He looks around the room, scanning each glass case and picture, remembering days long past. “Yes…I have heard of rumors to the north. People going missing in the dead of night with no sign of struggles, beastly sounds seemingly emanating from the very ground itself and shakes that sound like marching…” His eyes get a far-off look to them before he replies again. “Yes, it is very possible these things could be caused by the Drow.”<br/>