"No... it doesn't say that." she said, looking at the dagger, noting the lacking metal because, well, she was quite familiar with silver and cold iron from her parents "It<em>actually</em>says 'This dagger owns a place where surface dwellers that should be raped and stolen from named Urden of Teken', or 'Darkness of Delvers' if you translate my name too.  There is no 'House' of Teken'urden, nor was there a house of it anywhere until less than two weeks ago if we take it that route.  There is no way that this was written by a Llolthian Drow, especially with the use of the wrong material..."<br/><br/>She couldn't blame her - well, she could, but in poor taste - for thinking she had killed her, though she was saddened anyone would doubt her loyalty and love for her Mistress; this<em>did</em>suggest things to an untrained speaker.  Still, for 10 years she'd lived here, and yet she waited til<em>now</em>to slay her?  What the hell were they thinking?!  She was now furious as she thought about that, how they had so little faith in her that they believed she'd kill the woman she would have gladly died for!  But more furious was the fact that someone<em>clearly</em>knew enough about her Mistress - and enough about her - to frame this, and as this tiefling has said, there were so many wizards who had passing familiarity with this language but would botch it so...<br/><br/>"This was done by a wizard, possibly from the Academy." she said, brow furrowed, determined as she gripped the blade hilt, her knuckles turning purple from the tightness of her grip "Educated enough to plan, blame, and write this bullshit, and who else would be able to get so close as to kill a wizard of my Mistress' talent?  If there was a dispute or a competing interest, that would be motive..."<br/><br/>Speaking of... Miss Hellfire knew enough to write this and she could honestly believe she'd written it right... she could be the one who'd slain her, she was not above suspicion and heading the 'investigation' is a good way to cover your tracks.  But... she seemed to be honest, but was tired or perhaps a little out of it, it was hard to tell if she was lying but it was highly unlikely, at least for her to be lying actively instead of passively.  Still... she'd keep an eye on her, for Lirdylene knew the value of a pretty face and the lies one told; she'd had plenty of practice doing just that, only she called it 'flirting'.<br/><br/>"Was there anyone in the Academy or otherwise who may have had an issue with my Mistress?" she asked, still holding the dagger and inspecting it, seeing if anything else was of suspect nature...