Ahnasha stayed just behind Fendros, looking over her notes and observing the woman and the girl. Both of them wore somewhat dirty, but otherwise well-made dresses that placed them firmly in the middle-class. She looked like she could be a carriage driver, at least. There was still the matter of why the girl was with them, but Ahnasha could think of a few reasonable explanations. The woman had long, dark brown hair and a freckled face, while the girl had pale skin and red hair. Ahnasha had some comments to make, but she stayed quiet until Fendros could get some response from them.

The woman knew she could not go forever without a response, and the time it had taken to travel to the cabin had calmed her at least somewhat. She sad right next to the little girl, with her arm around her for comfort. "I'm...Carine, and this is my daughter Kalena. We don't really need anything, we just want to go. Like I said before, I just drive the wagon. I bring my daughter with me so I can teach her the trade, and because there isn't anyone to watch her. Those people out there, I thought they were just normal clients. I've hauled equipment for mercenaries and adventurers plenty of times before with no problems. You have to believe me; I don't want to cause any trouble. I don't know what you are, and I don't really care about all of that. I just want to go home; I promise I won't tell anyone about you. I just want to put all of this behind me and my daughter and get back to our lives. All I can really tell you about those people is that they paid their fee in full, and all up front. I think the crates they put in my wagon might have had weapons or something in them, but I didn't ask to look inside."

Ahnasha nodded, seemingly sympathetic. "You'll get out of here perfectly safely, but there's no need to rush. Any detail, even the small ones, can be important. You might not think you remember anything, but I have some questions that might guide your memory. Now, are you sure you don't want anything? Perhaps some refreshing water, little Aneitta? We even keep it cold with alchemy." Ahnasha offered, looking specifically to the little girl. 

The little girl looked up at Ahnasha upon hearing the name and paused for a few moments in thought before responding timidly. "Y-yes...please. I am thirsty."

Ahnasha maintained a neutral expression, nodding for a moment before returning her attention to the woman. "Of course. But you see, that's interesting, because you didn't call her Aneitta. You called her Kalena. Yet, she responds to Aneitta without question. You see, I have in my notes a description of a man named Jespric; a description that perfectly matches a man in that other room. Jespric has a somewhat short, brown-haired wife with a face full of freckles named Eleninne, and a little, ten-year old red-haired daughter named Aneitta. I see three people, all matching those descriptions, all in the same group, and you can see how I might be suspicious. You are lying to us, Eleninne, and I would very much recommend that you be completely, uncompromisingly honest with us from this point forward. I am not one to tolerate deceit." Ahnasha threatened. 

The little girl looked up to her mother in fear, as she knew she had done something that would get her in trouble, but the woman could hardly take her eyes off of Fendros and Ahnasha, since she was paralyzed with the fear she felt towards her captors in that moment.