<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 Dungeons mostly.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Jo'Shaar<br/>Lucretia was not excited about being in another dungeon, but she was resigned to it. At least this time she wouldn't have to hand over al her gear, hell the guards didn't even check it as they led them up through the Cloud District, and then around Dragon's Reach to the entrance to the cells. She sighed as the door clicked behind them, and judging by what Lethander aid this was for their own safety as well as to keep an eye on them, but she wasn't certain of that. They could have achieved the seam effect by giving them rooms in the Jarls hall, or for that matter allowing her access to her Grandfathers old estate here in Whiterun.<br/><br/>She turned her attention to the Khajiit as he mentioned not having wanted to get put in the dungeon, and she felt a little pang of guilt for him as she was fairly certain it wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been there drawing attention like the odd man out. It was then he proved his words about being a mage, by healing his wounds from the brawl, and while Lucretia had already healed thanks to the blessing of The Lady, she admired his casting of the spell.<br/><br/>Her style of magery was very different from Jo'Shaar, and she was always happy to observe someone else's method of handling Magika. Though when he offered to her she was about to decline, but decided to go ahead and let him. Not only would she get a closer look at his casting, but it might make him feel better to do something. So, she nodded at him, and gave a slight smile. Feeling the rush of magika flow through her, and the potent healing energize her, Lucretia's smile broadened into a grin.<br/><br/><strong>'Thanks, Jo'shaar, but I myself have a little magic as well, including Restoration, but it's always nice to see how a fellow practitioner handles The Art."</strong>She told him as she found a wall that wasn't covered in filth and leaned against it, only then realizing that she lost her cloak in the fight, and if not for the enchanted leathers she wore the mark of the Legion would be visible on her shoulder.<em>Not like it matters anymore.</em>She thought, knowing their little parade up here likely alerted every Blade spy in the city of her presence here.<br/><br/>Maybe being in the Jarl's dungeon wasn't so bad after all, at least if she was attacked here, she had someone she knew could back her up. Though, as he apologized she felt another pang of guilt, and was shaking her head before he even finished.<strong>"no, Jo'Shaar, this wasn't your fault. If you hadn't tried to diffuse the situation in the Tavern, they probably would have left you alone, and I would likely be here with no one to talk to. I'm the one who should apologize."</strong>She said thoughtfully, but made no move to apologize, she was more thankful of the Cat, and so she decided that would be how she'd go about it.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you, not only for intervening, but for the information about the heirs. I've been gone from Skyrim for years now, and so I don't know a lot of what's happening here."</strong>She told him, still leaning against the wall as she smiled to the expressive Khajiit. It was then she noticed the blade he carried at his hip, and her eyes lit up.<strong>'So, um, how did you get an Akaviri Katana?"</strong>She asked, trying to make it a light question, but the weight of her own blade in her pack grew heavier when she asked it, and she knew she'd put more interest in the question than she should have.