<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/ERG0LH1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Arwen Deveroux ap Leanhaun (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963560#msg13963560)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>1st January 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>----<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Quinn (Sparrowhawk)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Arwen strode into the room confidently, allowing her body to whisper poems of combat to any onlookers, like sharp steel in silk.  Her sword was held in a reverse grip with the hilt pointing towards the ceiling... not an aggressive grip, but one that would allow her to bring her weapon to bear in a moment's notice.  The Countess was grumpy to be sure, but this plain speaking was one of the reasons Arwen loved her... especially more than the triple talking mavens in Las Vegas.<br/><br/>"Yes, your Grace" Arwen replied when they had both entered the room and the door closed behind them.  Arwen curtsied, a strange gesture from one who stylized herself a "sir", but it fit her look and dress for the moment.  This was the first time Arwen had ever been alone... well, mostly alone, with her liege and she intended to be as memorable as possible.  The "dress" swirled around her, allowing for movement that no mortal dress of that design would allow.  Her alexandrite eyes stayed locked on the countess, a slight smile on her face, then looked down in deferance.<br/><br/>"My compatriot here has discovered something important, something for your ears only.  I myself do not even know what they have discovered, such is the sensitivity of the information" Arwen motioned for Quinn to advance, and speak their peace to the frustrated troll.