<em>They're *dead*...</em>A cold, chill frission of realistion tingled through her, as Lucille rose, her chair skidding back across the floor...The lady knight's eyes widened, as the sense of terrible<em>wrongness</em>clicked into place; She'd been so utterly surrounded by them, it'd been almost impossible to pick them out!<br/><br/>Her holy symbol was in one hand, her other aching to grip her mace! The crowd was stirring, the bard's music faltering as he, too, froze- Another dead man? Or a living one? As the darkness drew closer, drawing tight in a pitch-black patina over the window, the paladin squeezed the reassuring metal token, comforted by its very presence ...<br/><br/>"In the name of the Light," she murmured, feeling the cool metal warm, a numinous white radiance surging forth, "In the name of the Light..." for the merest moment, it *flickered*, as she heard the soft whisper of<em>she craves it, she does...</em>drawing a little gasp to her lips- How could they...How could they *know*? The paladin's gaze darted around the room, her breathing quickening, shivering ever-so-slightly...Not entirely from fear, feeling a dark, taboo thrill tingle through her- Unsure whether to flee, to start smiting, or to<em>linger</em>...<br/><br/>Abruptly, she realised she'd drawn the attention to herself- Or least, they now knew that *she* knew, and Lady Lucille shivered again, feeling<em>hungry</em>eyes darting over her curvy form...A sound somewhere between a creak and sigh hissed from her parted lips; Frozen by indecision, she hesitated, stock-still, like a deer in the glare of a hunter's torch- All too aware of how *vulnerable* she was, without her armor, stowed in its travelling case...