<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Dragon's Reach: Grand Hall</span></div><br/>Jarl Frothar just blinked at her when she started, slowly beginning to shake his head at how she continued. It seemed he thought her questions were legitimate, but their was reluctance is in his eyes.<strong>"This should not be spoke of here."</strong>His voice called out, more serious now despite even the mead at work.<strong>"If you want to know more, then follow me. It'll be easier to just show you."</strong>The man said, placing his mug down then as he rose to his feet. He motioned for her to follow at that point, journeying to the nearby stairs as he began to make his way downward; toward where the dungeons and the vault met.<br/><br/>As he descended the Stairs, The Jarl looked back at her with a frown.<strong>"Two people have put on the mask thus far. I'll explain what I remember of Farengar's words, but don't expect to hear like it was told from his lips. It's been years now."</strong>He spoke, feet taking the steps one at a time as they came down to a room she'd never been in before. It was near the vault, but held to the right side of it. When one wasn't standing in front of the stone passage, it may have seemed like just another part of the wall. The Jarl rose his hand to the lever then, though; eyes casting back to her.<strong>"What lay in these chambers, what you see; does not leave this room?"</strong><br/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Battleborn's manor</span></div><br/>The young man in Lucretia's arms stalled at that point, shifting in her arms only lightly now from fear.<strong>"Fine; just loose the blade a little."</strong>He pleaded under his breath. Her former brother in arms wasn't looking quite as pliant about the situation, though. His eyes kept drifting to the knife in her hands, even as the elder behind him seemed to rise in anger.<strong>"Calm down, Thane. She will kill your son."</strong>Gaius warned him, which in truth seemed to bring the man's tone down a notch or two. The elder Battleborn leaned in the chair then, worry crossing his features as the blade's began their work.<br/><br/><strong>"Your collateral is only good so long as we know he'll remain safe. I understand your issues, but you're forcing our hand. It often, as you taught me, causes the same to be done in turn."</strong>Gaius explained to her, before his hand waved for the other to clear her path.<strong>"Drop him a ways outside, alive and well. I can't agree to anything less."</strong>He offered then, though Lucretia may notice the surprise in his eyes when she mentioned Cassiel. It seemed he hadn't even thought of the man before that, bringing the rearing question of who he was thinking of.