Instead of answers, instead of explanations or information, Elsa herself was beset with questions. The answers were simple, ridiculously so, but the reason for them still evaded her. How could a chantry sister have the power to stop Ser Valerio, and who was she working with? How could he be stopped at all, he had the ear of the knight commander, the senior enchanter was known to sometime have dinner with him. Who was this woman Pasqua...
Not offering her name in exchange - she still had the advantage of being nameless, just another name in a crowd if this was going to come up later - Elsa crossed her arms over her chest protectively. She had to answer something, but she could not think of anything. A cold sweat was breaking out on her brow, but she managed to keep her breath steady, as she had been trained. The meditation techniques taught to young apprentices had their uses at the most odd times. Another deep breath, some sort of calm spreading through her body, although she could still not think of any plan of action. Blinking, she clenched her jaw, thinking hard. "Have you ever had any...run in with ser Valerio?" she asked, that being the only reason she could come up with for Pasqua showing any sort of vengeful interest in the templar.