Freya listened to what was being said, and she had to admit that she was quite surprised to hear that Cyrus used to be a mercenary. One of the last things she had expected, was that there would be a mercenary, or former mercenary for that matter, in the house, let alone one with such a high position. What surprised her as well, was that Harol was speaking positively about her, as if what she had done was something, like she were a good person. Of course, he was right about the fact that she was good in close combat, but still. What she had done just hadn't been something good or anything to be proud of. She had killed people back at that bridge without even a second thought. Left the families of the men she killed mourning. Even as a rogue she wasn't fond of killing, and she should know better than to do so. What she had done during that ambush didn't make her a hero, or even a good person, just worse than she was already.

Freya looked at her arm when Harol mentioned her injury. While it did hurt, Freya hadn't considered to see someone who could tend it. As a rogue it wasn't really possible to visit a healer without the chance if getting caught, so usually spoken, she only visited a healer in case of emergency. In other cases she would just wait until the round would heal naturally. When Cyrus asked if she had anything to ask or if either of them had any questions, she shook her head. Everything seemed clear enough to her.