<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: Dragon's Reach Great hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Those in the Jarl's Hall<br/>Lucretia didn't like the look Frothar got on his face for a number of reasons, it wasn't ho grim he got, or the narrowing of his eyes, but the fact that he seemed to all of a sudden blame her for it. She raised a brow when he told her they both knew what the Thalmor want.<em>Oh, Really? Well, I've no idea.</em>She thought bitingly as he pulled out a scroll he hadn't yet shown everyone, and laid it out for her. She looked over it, and paled suddenly. The more she read, the more she seemed to look sick. By the time she'd read it three times, and Frothar had spoken his piece, as well as Jo"shaar having made what amounted yo an apology to the Jarl.<br/><br/>She was still pale, when she finally brought her eyes from the scroll, but her jaw was set, and a close observer might notice she was grinding her teeth.<strong>"Jarl, I could explain the situation to you, but that would only put you and your people at more risk. If they thought they could get more than what they have from one of your's..."</strong>She trailed off the grim sentence, knowing he could put enough of the pieces together, that the mask was only one part of a larger work.<br/><br/>Her mind raced to the years before when she'd been ordered to find a safe place for the mask, and she had thought she'd found a safer place than most in Dragon's Reach. It wasn't like the Jarl or even his court wizards were likely to figure out the larger puzzle, and by itself the mask was powerful enough that most would be content with it. She'd presented it as a gift, and then put it out of her mind. Lucretia swallowed, beginning to wonder if she'd given the Thalmor the location of the Mask while, but she could remember the last three months she spent as their prisoner, so she couldn't be sure.<br/><br/>Lucretia noticed she'd been gazing into space, and focused once more on the Jarl.<strong>"Jarl, I've a lot to do, and little time to do it, and I'm sure you're quite busy yourself., so I'll be on my way."</strong>She began three fast paces to the double doors, before she turned around to look at Jo'Shaar. She hesitated for a fer seconds, before deciding to just do it.<strong>"We're gonna need blood. A lot of it, the closer to human the better. Pigs would probably be best. Baring that, get the blood of the most expensive animal you can find, I'm sure the jarl'll pay for it."</strong>She explain to Jo'Shaar, knowing such things were sometimes needed for alchemy, and he'd know where to find it better than she would. Without the Blades backing her, she would actually have to get to know a place before she could get the supplies she needed on short notice. With that taken care of, she went to find the "patrons" of the Batteborn.