<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dragon's Reach<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late Evening<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar<br/><br/>Nalie sighed. Frothar always seemed to have a flare for dramatics. It was rather annoying actually. She played along however.<strong>"I care not for the long winded tales. True most would find them enthralling, I wish for nothing more than the facts. Farengar tended to take his tales a little too far into detail."</strong>In truth she had enjoyed the talks she'd had with the man. Her eyes went to his as he spoke further, and she raised an eyebrow.<strong>Two people my lord? Might I speak with them. I'd like to know what happened when the masks were placed upon their face. What they felt, how they felt."</strong>For someone who didn't like long winded details she seemed to want them. Always a contradiction, then again most scholars were.<br/><br/>Her eyes went to the lever as he moved to pull it, and she gave a slight glare.<strong>"Yes, of course. You're not my enemy. I do not wish to expose all of your secrets. My mother is the object of my ire, not you Mi'Lord. Might we lose the dramatics though?"</strong>she said, waiting for him to reveal the door. Then a shout could be heard. Her eyes shot upstairs and narrowed.<strong>"Oh, for the love of Talos!"</strong>she said, not finding the irony in her use of that particular God at the moment.<strong>"Might we do this before you deal with that Mi'Lord, your guards can handle it surely."</strong>She said her stance firm. Nalie wasn't going to be patient much longer, surely whatever was happening upstairs could wait.