Memories come and go

Veigar tried hard to decipher as much as he could about Triss without seeing her. At first she'd sounded terrified of him, but she seemed to have relaxed slightly, no doubt due to his own aggression lessening. Unless she'd noted his blindness - which was allegedly something others could tell about him now, not that he had any idea how his eyes looked.

She explained she'd been drugged and kidnapped and held somewhere away from here. "For what purpose?" He asked then, wondering. Someone being kidnapped for no apparent reason seemed a strange concept to him though not completely unbelievable. He absolutely knew how cruel wolves could be though. Perhaps her kidnapping had been purely malicious. Even still.. why wasn't her mother hunting down this alleged kidnapper? Or had bringing her home to heal been more of a priority?

Veigar didn't know, but he was intensely curious anyway, perhaps inappropriately so. If her discomfort in talking about the subject was apparent to him, clearly he didn't care. "And you have no idea who he was? Your mother hasn't gone looking for him? Or sent anyone to?"