The elven girl, already scared out of her wits somehow managed to blanch at the question put to her.  If her hands hadn't been shackled behind her back and her fingers woven together with leather thong she'd have probably been wringing them.  A dozen lies slipped through her mind as she considered any of the near half dozen identities she'd crafted through the years.  However, most of those alternates were decidedly less than useful in the current circumstance and would not serve.

"My name is Assallya," she answered, nervously licking dried and cracked lips, "I may have been-  involved in the murder of one of your vassals your majesty.  It wasn't intentional.  I was supposed to distract the man with a slap and tickle, hence my attire, while my fellows robbed his abode but- things went awry.  They killed him."

Okay, that was a lie -partially.  The whole truth was that she had indeed killed him but nobody told her that the man was a perverse sadist.  Her comrades in crime had basically set her up to be brutally murdered to satisfy his lordship's lusts in what would have been a lovely distraction while they raided the villein's tax collections.  As a result she'd had no choice but to kill him before he killed her.  Then his lordship's guards got involved and everything went downhill from there.  There may have been some illusions cast, and some enchantments uttered, and maybe some guards fighting amongst themselves as a result.  It had been an ugly affair but as far as she was concerned it was her comrades that had made it necessary that the lord be killed and thus their fault, not hers.

"However!" she added quickly, eager to put a positive spin on that horrible half-truth, "I did scry his lordship's manor and I could do so again for you, only instead for this escaped girl.  I am, from what your man says, the only one who has seen the face of this escaped woman and thus I can help find her."

That last little bit sent a small surge of hope bounding through the dancing girl's chest.  She might somehow get through this with her hide intact, by the nine hells, she might even be able to luck out and carve a ladyship out of this debacle.