Freya enjoyed a few spoonfuls of the soup, before Lord Mortimer turned his attention to her, telling her he wanted to get to know her better. She supposed that made sense, especially considering the explanation that followed. It would indeed be odd if she were to stay in the house, without her host knowing anything about her. She did take a moment to consider what exactly she would be wanting to tell, before she answered. "I was raised by my mother in a little village, although I left as soon as I was capable care of myself, which was on quite an early age. Ever since, I have had no place to call home, and spend my days and nights either in taverns, or at the side of the road." She answered.

She did leave out the part about not knowing who her father was and why she had left her home village. She saw no good reason as to why she would tell the man that her mother was a wench and had never took decent care of her, leading to Freya holding a fridge towards her and being emberassed of her. She would most likely answer honestly about such things if asked about it, but she'd rather not talk about such things.

Of course, not much people knew her past from before she was a rogue. She had mentioned it last night, but considering the fact that she and Harol had been arguing, she doubted the fact the warlock had paid much attention to what she had been saying. Which could very well mean that if Lord Mortimer were to ask her about it, it could very well be the first time Harol heard about it, too, and in all honesty, it wasn't something she wanted to tell him in public.