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Throughout the conversation with the blacksmith, Elrina remained silent. She wasn't overly sentimental, but she didn't even want to imagine herself in the shoes of the person being given such terrible news, let alone a parent whose own child had possibly been brutally murdered in the city's sewers.
She and her own father had never been particularly close as a family, but even so, she remembered his death with a certain sense of loss. And even years after his passing, she still made an effort to occasionally visit his overgrown grave, which was modestly situated next to other family burial plots. Her mother had left her life too early for her to retain any memories of her, but according to her father and old servants, she was a proud and determined woman with high aristocratic principles. The latter seemed a little amusing to her, because now, years later, thanks to her daughter, their family had lost almost everything, leaving only formal titles that meant little in modern times.
Reflecting on her past life, Elrina once again asked herself how correct the path she had chosen was. Perhaps she shouldn't have resisted fate and simply gone with the flow? Had she ruined everything with her actions? Did she really want to save her family from ruin, or was she simply driven by a personal motive and a desire to prove her independence in every step she took? Lost in these thoughts, she didn't immediately notice that the group had left the blacksmith's shop.