The woman smiles, as he turns her own reply back on her.<br/><br/>Frost gives a slight nod to his suggestion. "How do you fit into all the factions in play, here? As in, whom do you serve, and who are you allied with, and opposing?"<br/><br/>"Oh, that's an easy one. I consider myself an independent, working for my own ends. Everyone can be an ally... or an enemy, as the situation arises, but I am beholden to no one but myself. Now you, Lady Knight. How did Lindra Smith die?"<br/><br/>Frost visibly flinches at that question, gritting her teeth before replying, looking like a fierce dog, tugging at its leash, wanting to rip the woman's throat out. "By my own hand. A single, swift stroke to the neck, severing her head from her body," she replies, almost spitting the words.