Of course she still remained confused at the words spoken, she knew Britain, but this Wastwater lake that was not a lake, made little sense to her, yet for some reason beyond her ken it had been her that was chosen to find a way there riddles within riddles it seemed. Rose shook her head and scratched behind here ear as she tried to work out what she should do.<br/><br/>So it appeared to the gangrel she needed to find some way to search for this random place. It was not that she had not had any education, though her academic skills were somehow lacking. However there were ways to search. If truly needed Rose felt there would be signs to follow, but as it was other ways might involve listening to tales and even finding a way to look at maps.<br/><br/>Yet many of these thoughts would in the end force Rose back into humanity which was not something she really wanted, yet it appeared there was little choice in the matter. Thus after some more consideration on the name of this lake that was not a lake, her first investigation was to try to see if this figure had left any scent at least that was a start.<br/><br/>One theory crossed Rose’s mind Wastewater…where did the water that was wasted go? Sewers perhaps?<br/>