<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: Cloud District; around the Battleborn estate. Later Dragonsreach<br/><strong>Time:</strong>After Dark<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Gaius, Baby Battleborn. Later, Jo'Shaar<br/>Lucretia eyed Gaius as she continued moving her the Battleborn from the main room, and towards the door. She nodded to Gaius as he spoke of forcing hands, but they'd made the first move, she didn't really think they wanted to continue this. Oh, she knew if she fought the order as a whole in an open battle, she'd die, but the damage she would do before then would break the trust they'd built with the Nords. She truthfully didn't want to do that, but if they pushed, she'd push harder.<br/><br/>The things she'd forgotten while with the Blades, the things her grandfather had taught her. If she'd listened to him she'd have never trusted the Blades the she once had, he'll she might not have ended up in the position she now found herself in. An Imperial renegade, a traitor, but what was done was done, she wouldn't forget again.<br/><br/><strong>"As long as he doesn't start thinking he's some kind of hero, he'll have no more than a few cuts and bruises."</strong>She said honestly, in all truth if they hadn't shown up he probably wouldn't even have as many injuries as he already did. Now she would have to ensure he couldn't attack her when she released him. She did let some of the pressure off the blade as the either knight brother backed out of the way, and it wad only then she seen the look on his features, the confusion Gaius felt.<br/><br/>As Lucretia reached the door she paused, still holding the Battleborn born by his hair as she gazed Gaius in the eyes.<strong>"You all think I'm mad or worse, but everything I do has a purpose, and very rarely has it ever been a selfish one. By Talos, Gaius! Can you even count the times I saved your life?"</strong>Without even waiting for a response, Lucretia kicked her heel into the back of the Battleborn's knee, moving her blade from his throat, and pushed him forward. Using that cover, she spun around and left through the door.<br/><br/>Walking into the cold night, she closed the door behind her, and with a flick of her wrist brought flame down on the door handle, melting it enough to no longer function. Turning from the door, she walked at a brisk pace, drawing up the hood of her cloak as she made her way back Dragonsreach. Her message, assuming Cassiel still served in Skyrim should let him know the time and place she wished to meet, if he didn't show she'd handle things without their help. She no longer trusted the order, not even Gaius, but Cassiel, despite or maybe because if their rivalry and courtship, she trusted.<br/><br/>Back at Dragonsreach, she pushed open the doors, and looked at one of the servants.<strong>"Inform Jo'Shaar that I request his presence in the courtyard."</strong>She wasn't truly certain that was what the balcony overlooking the the hold in the rear of the keep was called, but it's what one would have described it as in Cyrodil, and so that's what she'd always called it.<br/><br/>Lucretia walked around the great hall, up the stairs beside the throne area, and made her to the back of the keep towards double door. Opening these brought the chill night air upon her, and the sight of night having overtaken the hold. She checked the balconies that overlooked the courtyard to make sure no one was hiding there, and then  She bared the doors that led to them. What she planned was illegal in Cyrodil, and no laws forbade it in Skyrim, it didn't stop Nords from executing practitioners of Daedric magic.