Freya couldn't help but feel relieved when the warriors no longer followed them and no other warriors came to take their place. Not that she had ever done anything that could've made her an enemy of them house -or at least, not for as far as she was aware-, but she couldn't help them fact that she didn't feel safe. That the warriors were gone made her slightly more at ease, though not more than a mere fraction. However even though there were no warriors around anymore, there was the lady that led them to 'lord Mortimer'. Freya had no clue about who the man was, but considering his title he was probably someone important, perhaps the head of the house.

As they walked towards lord Mortimer, Freya looked around at the place quietly. It was just as impressive on the inside as it was on the outside, or at least to her it was. She figured that somehow made,sense. It was usually the case with buildings. A tavern didn't look any more appealing on the outside than it did on the inside, after all.

Although there were many books inside, the library wasn't that interesting to Freya. After all the rogue had never learned how to read, and had no reason to learn how to do so. It wasn't exactly a necessity for her anyway. She looked quietly at lord Mortimer, deciding to stay quiet, unless she was asked something. It seemed quite strange to her that the man was hiding his eyes, but she didn't ask anything.