[ Blunt again. Too blunt this time and too close to the bone. Alayne smiles thinly, though not unkindly. (She's good at lying.) And though it is sarcasm with which she speaks, her voice is not harsh, simply sad. ] It is a comfort to see that offers of aid do not go without proper reward, even in this place. [ You should not offer kindness to strangers, she chastises herself. It wins you nothing, in the end. Father was right. ]

I wish you luck in your search for your sister, Bass. I will be sure to make mention of you, if ever our paths happen to cross.

[ And with that, she disconnects. ]