"The queen..." Estinien growls, mulling it over in his mind. Of course it'd be her. Ambrose was a fool, but the queen was downright reckless. Crueller still. "The same queen that tormented Relena."

There is disgust in his voice, thinking of that. He's not sure if Geralt has heard, but he knows Relena wasn't exactly quiet about it.

"Bold of her to strike so far from her kingdom," he says after a pause, eyeing Geralt carefully. "Yet, somehow... I can't imagine you were the key to whatever secrets they might seek. Not you in particular."

He doubted Geralt was the type to invest enough in the Free Cities to have sensitive information.

"So, 'twas it bad luck, or something else?"

He has his guesses.