
Warren's gaze hardened as her questioning, shaking his head without pause. "It wasn't her. I fully expected it to be, but it wasn't." He sighed gently and turned his gaze across the table. "I'd like to look her over again, just in case anything stands out. She didn't appear to be wearing armor, just clothing, but she had a spear by her side. As if it belonged to her. But she didn't look like a hunter. I could just be guessing, but... Something doesn't sit right. I need to get back in there somehow."