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Lucrecia listened to this exchange silently, blood-shot blue eyes passing from one man to the next. Her eyes settled for a moment on the priest when he spoke to her. She didn't want to know how he knew that she had a sore throat. She could only guess that he was one of the Chosen as well. She grumbled something about her herbs working just fine and turned her attention back to the conversation at hand. So the all-knowing one didn't have the slightest idea where to go past finding them? That brought a small smirk to her lips, the first display of real emotion all morning. Whether it was a good or bad thing was yet to be seen. Her temperaments tended to change drastically, especially in the state she was in. <br/>
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At least her head had stopped throbbing.<br/>
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Lucrecia cleared her throat, brining the men's attention to her. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">"I know of someone who might know a thing or two about Twilight," </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">Her voice was low and husky, whiskey voice as some called it. She took a sip of her burning tea before continuing.</span> <span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue">"He and I fought together last summer during the raid on Cien."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey"> Everyone knew of that battle. A thousand or so warriors stormed the temple of Cien, killing the priests and priestesses mercilessly. Ransacking the storehouses and raping the women. It was the scandal of the century.  Whether by mistake or not, Lucrecia failed to mention on what side she had fought.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:steelblue"> "I hear he's hanging around Goldenlake. It'd take only two days hard riding to get there. He seemed well-versed in the Mysteries for a mercenary. He might know something."</span><br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:dimgrey">The woman fell silent. That was the most she had said to any of them at one time. She didn't really like talking all that much, but she had said what needed saying. Whether they decided to heed her advice was entirely up to them.<br/>
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