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Bacchus' gaze would harden at the man's response, he could ascertain nothing from what was said. He could have seen Absinthe or not, and if he had it sounded like he was most definitely hiding it. The slate man was equally as loathe to freely give out his information, but he was patient enough. There was always the option of beating what he wanted out of the wolf, but he'd play his little game for now. His frustration would be shown in the flick of his tail, but he'd answer. "My sister. We've been travelling, and a while back we got separated." While it wasn't anywhere close to a full story it was the majority of the truth. The Armada would with hold anything else as he awaited another response, hoping this man would finish wasting time and just say if she'd been here or not.