<strong>((Roll: 9))</strong><br/><br/>Frey frowned an unsure expression forcing her lips into a strange almost skeptical look. It was painful feeling her hopes practically dashed with one answer. But a thought occurred to her. "Do you know, or is there anyone who might know where I might find her?" she asked, not really picking up on any of his tells.<br/>The half-breed wasn't about to give up on her quest, not until she knew with the truest of certainty that she had failed her objective.