Broken Antler Fen Some free time

"Nope." was her single word answer to his question. But then she remembered something, and her eyes narrowed a moment as she brought the memory to the surface. "Actually;" she began slowly, "I think he's dead. But from my mother's rambling, he had an extensive family. I've been looking for them." she said. The Rochesters. She understood them to be an extensive group, even if one of it's figureheads had died. How? She didn't quite remember. Her mother's rambling, short tales had been told to her as a young pup. Had he fallen off a cliff? Eaten bad food? Upsurped, or something. She was leaning toward that.

"Yeah" she responded hurriedly, having been thinking for most of his question. "It was, uh...Bramble Ridge." she paused, looking to him. "Wait. Nope. Scratch that, it doesn't sound right. Thorn Ridge. That was it. I'm, like, 95% sure." she said, looking at him again. Such an eloquent speaker, as always.