Frey was lost in the grandeur of everything from the architecture to the people that passed her in the street. She was so unsure of herself in this case it was no wonder she might look shifty, and she froze when the guards headed her way.<br/><br/>Fighting back her initial instinct to reach for her weapons, she looked at them showing what humility she possessed. It wouldn't do to get arrested if she wanted to continue her journey. "A-apologies." she stammered after finding her voice. "My name is Freywind Broketusk. I... I'm here to speak with someone who hopefully is still here..."<br/>