Near the soft, smoky warmth of the hearth fire, Lucille van Edefelt- Lately Lady Lucille of the Radiant Heart- rested her tired head on her arms, her golden tresses glinting in the half-light. A low, sleepy sigh of contentment purred from the lady knight's throat, her startlingly green eyes blinking dreamily...Fingers drumming a gentle tatoo on the solid oak of her table, in a rough approximation of rhythm.<br/><br/>In any other place, the sight of a lone woman- Clearly of wealth, from the silky richness of her long, white dress, and the soft curves shifting restlessly against it- would've aroused decidedly unworthy attention. Not here, though; For though the recently-ordained paladiness drowsed, gently sliding her half-full glass of mulled wine aside, the steely glint of the shield (Half-swathed in brown muslin) at her feet warranted a respect of its own!<br/><br/>Still, entirely at ease, and a trifle exhausted from the long, wearying caravan ride, Lucille let the bard's cheery song put her at ease, humming along in gentle, murmuring accompainment to the tune.