Kathleen
Valentine Godwin
Bogs of Taemar

"A pleasure, Sir Wendel." She said with a bow of her head. If her clothes weren't wet and the cool night air wasn't blowing through her and seeping into her bones she would have shook the young man's hand. Instead, she kept one firmly in her pocket while the other clutched her Journal to her chest.

"Professor Valentine Godwin - I would list off my family but I'm afraid it's so vast, even in its immediacy, that the names would blur together." 

Her mind was wandering over the top of the conversation. She would have to write the events down coherently and send the report to Lord Wrencrest - if he had not left by the time they reached the castle. *May my thoughts themselves be coherent by then too*, she thought.
Lawrence
Ser Wendel Sommerling van Spenglersbek
Bogs of Taemar

Wendel looked off ahead when she called him 'Sir Wendel', mouthing the name. He wasn't Sir Wendel. He was just that pudgy little whelp from Tintown, plodding clumsily through the bogland on his way back from a defeat. Sir Wendel was somewhere out in the darkness, lost for the night, or perhaps having slipped away in shame.

"Too many to name? Well, that's ... That's something, alright," He said with a half-hearted chuckle. "You must live well then, I assume? If your parents were able to provide for so many."
Kathleen
Valentine Godwin
Bogs of Taemar

Normally, the fact Viola was educated was enough for anyone to assume she had a well off life regardless of how she was presenting herself. Many families despite their social standing and wealth had large broods of children, hers just happened to also be able to afford to not personally raise them.

"I've had a very privileged life, yes. Though I do not associate with my family much anymore." She said. There was a stillness in the air that made the cold crisp and every sound seem to echo, every so often Viola would think she heard the wails of dying witches once more and, in moments of a blank mind, she would almost stop as if to hunt them out. *Foolish*.

She looked to the knight once more,"It is nice to hear a familiar accent. It's rare I find myself back in Taemar and the council was full of so many Foreigners I feared I was in the wrong room at times."