Her brow furrowed and it almost seemed as if her eyes began to glow a little brighter.  "I didn't mistranslate anything, I just didn't know what the meaning was.  I had no idea you had no house."  Technically, in the loosest sense of the word, she had translated it properly... just with absolutely no feeling.  Word by word her translation had been on, but the intent was off.  Which of course would have made sense if it was the same as the person who'd put the engraving on the dagger in the first place.<br/><br/>"As for you being a suspect, I told you that we've already decided it wasn't you, but that there are others who don't feel the same way.   We've been getting pressure from the cabal to find a murderer on a cold trail.  I wouldn't expect a slave girl to understand internal guild politics, but it's been pretty annoying having them request to turn over all our evidence to them.  There's no way we are going to let someone else take over when it's one of our own.  Plus you never stopped to consider that we've had communications with her family, have you?  They seem to want justice, and don't care that we've already cleared you as someone who couldn't have done it.   They've gotten it into their head that their daughter was killed by her drow slave."<br/><br/>"So don't sit here and say just because I, and the rest of the Mages collective who knew Kristen, don't think you're the killer, means that you're in the clear."  She stepped forwards and her face was inches from Ylene, "Now, you've got one of three choices and I suggest you choose wisely.  You give me back that dagger and get the hell out of here, you give me a very good reason to let you take it, or you force me to take it back from you by force."