Frey offered a fanged grin at Fen's teasing, glad to see the boy's youthful joviality returned. He'd already been through a lot and so, Frey mused, his holding onto some cheer was testament to his strength of character… In a way, that already put him leagues ahead of many adults the mage had come to know. Such a jaded bunch - and he included himself in that group.

The mood had lightened now, but the weight of a mystery remained all the same. Raziel's mother had sent her off on a quest of sorts, but her leads were few and, from the sounds of things, perhaps unreliable. Dreams were finicky territory. Things to be delved into with no small caution. Why did he feel as though he knew from experience?

Never mind that. "Of course. If I hear of anything, I'll be sure to send word." It would be no bother to keep an extra ear out - he was already after his own information, too. "Fenriz is right. Folks speak freely quite often." More than they ought, but who was he to complain about their making his job easier?

"Where are you both heading next, then?" He glanced at Fen. "Still considering the Silver Wheel?"