<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, On the way to Dragon's Reach<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Jo'Shaar, Ru'Ashka<br/><br/>As Lucretia shrugged her pack on, she glanced at the woman who had spoken to her while the fight had been going on.<strong>"A typical afternoon, not in a Gods long time."</strong>She answered, remembering her last year spent between two different dungeons, and slowly smiled at the woman, before turning her attention back to the guards. The pale woman seemed to decide that talking things over with the guards was the best approach, although Lucretia was pretty certain there wasn't a point.<br/><br/>It was then a man she recognized walked into the Tavern, the captain of the guard by his dress, though he was just one of the Jarl's favored when she last new him.<em>At least some things haven't changed too much.</em>She thought as he began addressing them, and although she agreed this wasn't a normal bar fight, but he was handling it a little odd too. She wondered if this had to do with the war, but Whiterun was probably trying to stay out of it as they did in the Stormcloak Rebellion.<br/><br/>Though when he spoke directly to her, she raised a single brow tilting her head slightly, which caused a hard throb to begin in her forehead now that the adrenaline was wearing off. She had hoped to keep who she was a secret a little while longer, but if the Jarl's court knew she was back, then it wouldn't be long before the Blades stationed here would. She turned to the Khajiit who helped her during the fight.<strong>"Well as you heard, my name's Lucretia, and you stated earlier your's was Jo'Shaar? I did pronounce that correctly?"</strong>She asked, using the manner of her birth place even while being gathered in an escort to the jarl.<br/><br/>She glanced back over her shoulder when the captain had finished to the oddly pale woman, and wondered what she was. She looked a little like and Altmer, but she didn't have the ears, and her sharp features had an unusual cast about them.<strong>"Thank you; for trying. May Talos watch over you."</strong>She told the woman, before she was out the door, the only thing missing from this escort was spears to their back to keep them in motion.