As the words spilled out from the butler, Rilolia felt more and more that she was just another cog in the elder's spinning wheels; a tool for the rescuing of Vance Warren, rather than an individual they truly sought to make happy and safe. Realistically, she thought, they'd stress that she turn back for fear of danger and send their own cronies in her place. She'd ignore that, for now. What was all the more interesting was why they looked toward's Vance's "thought processes" of all things. It seemed so petty, but in the end ot was his very nature that drove her into action anyways. It wasn't impossible they were feeling at least slightly similar things as she.

Lenz Blanc's offensive comment surely failed to render Chad complacent, but Rilolia couldn't help but snicker at his misfortune. A hand to her lips gave away her expression despite being a ploy at hiding amusement. At his question, Rilolia butted in.

"We know he's in a prison, and that's pretty much it. Which prison, and where that prison is, I'm not sure. I didn't exactly study up on Astopolian maps when I was young," she chuckled, folding her arms, "though if I had to guess, it's in the biggest and most secure one they got. It seemed like a pretty big deal when they took him away."