"My sister resides in the Duchy of Edinbyrne, wed to the duke's eldest son.   I<span style="font-style: italic">do </span>worry about her...with the Hannish forests on their southern border.  What with the brigands out there, and all.<span style="font-style: italic">No</span>news is good news, as they say.  But I should like to know if there is any word, from out that way."   Lorna hesitated, then added:<br/><br/>"Oh, and I confess, if Greenmoor has any visitors, that is always of interest.  I miss the days when I could visit here, and mingle freely.  So many intriguing people come and go from these halls.   I would enjoy hearing who is coming and going.  As long as it isn't some private matter, of course."<br/><br/>She was gently testing at boundaries. And expected it would be understood that she was. It wasn't lost upon her that Mary's eyes seemed to harbor intelligence.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Naturally.  They wouldn't send some easily picked simpleton to tend me...not given the circumstance.</span><br/><br/>While listening to Mary's response, she made her way toward the table, to take her seat.