<div class="floatleft">(http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff406/Cal_Eternal_Blade/Characters%20Female/Art%20Female/1280x908_6863_Fantasy_Knight_2d_character_fantasy_knight_girl_woman_portrait_picture_image_digital_art_zps9cf5afb6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucretia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Whiterun: The Bannered Mare<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Jo'Shaar<br/>Lucretia felt heat creeping up her cheeks at the hostile attention directed at her, and she did what she could to appear calm and relaxed to keep the aggression in the room from escalating. That was when she noticed a Khajiit had walked in, and before she could try to diffuse the situation, he spoke up. His words were a mix of insulting and complimentary facts, but to the Nords they were likely just a compliment, though how they'd take the words from a Khajiit she didn't know.<br/><br/>As he approached the bar, Lucretia gave him a thankful smile, before taking another sip from her mead. She knew the tension wasn't gone, but simply had been diverted for a little while. She wondered if staying here would be a bad idea, but she was hoping getting a knife in the heart while sleeping was an Imperial and Elf thing, and that the Nords wouldn't stoop to it. That hope was based on all sorts of stereotyping, but for once she hoped the Nords would stay true to what others seen in them.<br/><br/>After the Khajiit's mead was being served, she turned her attention to him.<strong>"Thank you. I've been traveling for the last few years, and skipped most stops to come here to Whiterun. Any idea what that was all about?"</strong>Her voice was little more than a whisper, enough so that anyone who was paying attention would hear it, including the bartender, but not so much that the entire room would hear her. She hoped that would help to keep the Khajiit from being pulled into the pit she'd walked into, and also might help to give her some leeway if things went bad.