Adrianne had chosen to stand during the brief presentation of the mission, leaning back against the doorway as she watched the pictures intently; appearing not to even blink at all.

Apparently they were to travel to a pleasure world, yet for some reason, Adrianne had a lingering suspicion that their visit was not going to be quite so pleasant.

She had been on a pleasure world two times before. Once as the personal scryer of a rich noble, and relegated to merely sit and watch as he ventured out on the most extravagant and sometimes bizarre fancies. She had experienced that when men of great power and wealth chose to live out their deepest desires and fantasies, things had a tendency to become rather weird. The second time she had visit a pleasure world on her own, she could not remember much of her stay whatsoever; which was perhaps for the best. 

But this was the first time she had ever heard of the world Frieri II.

"Any questions so far?"

She remained quiet as Osilus asked the first series of question, watching the interrogator with an uninterrupted gaze. She was not fond of interrogators, nor their crude and primitive ways of extracting information. In her eyes, they were more like butchers, turning their victims into slabs of meat and content if they only got as much as a glimmer of truth or information from them.

They had no finesse, no eloquence; their brute methods befitting little more than the primitive greenskin race.

The mind was to them an enigma, they failed to appreciate the subtle details of the human mind. Sometimes, the best interrogation was the one the subject didn't even realize was happening at all. The mind was such a susceptible and vulnerable thing, and if touched in the right spot, the individual might belch out all he ever knew without much effort.

As Osilius finished his questions, Adrianne was quick to take the moment to speak.

"I can scry the planet's sphere for an abnormalities, tensions or arcane influences. If this missing page is of any major importance or significance, it is bound to leave ripples in the psychic weave of the planet's population." Adrianne explained while looking between Osilus and Zhevon with her usual stoic expression, before focusing her gaze on the latter.

"If I may ask, Inquisitor. What was the median age of the missing guardsmen?"