Frey quietly enjoyed her meal and mead, failing to notice the attention that was being leveled on her. She was lost in the seasoning on the meat, and the well brewed drink. Who was she supposed to ask for possible details about her mother? And what was the likelihood that anyone here might know?<br/><br/>Finishing her meal she decided to keep to herself, unsure of what her next step was. Besides, she didn't see any of the patrons that looked possibly helpful to her. Yet again she missed the furtive glances being shot her way. The half-orc was debating a second round at this point.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">well...</div><div class="spoiler_body">I made two rolls for perception (one for each paragraph) Both 2s... hence her obliviousness.</div></div>