The companions exchanged glances before Lancelot sighed softly and said,
"I'm sorry to hear that news..."
"What's there to be sorry about? She's the one who died, not me." The Succubus shrugged her shoulders, a motion that nearly caused her top to slide down, "As elite agents sent by the allied forces, your mission shouldn't be to find a pitiful tavern waitress, right?"
"Indeed it isn't, we just happened to come across a Tiflin corpse, and the relic mentioned his wife."
"Ah, that must be Amnon then, that cripple surely couldn't have survived the massacre." Gayka curled her lip, "You find a corpse and then think to go looking for the widow? Brilliant, I like the way you think…"
"You misunderstand, we have no intention of taking advantage of her." Lancelot shook his head somewhat speechlessly, "We found a letter on Mr. Amnon's body and planned to pass it to his widow, or their three children, along the way."
