<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)   </div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging: Anyone<br/>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br/><hr/><br/>Amanda scuffed her boot in the soil, her smile at Rowan's stumbling perversity edged with a deep sadness.  This place was dead, the ground useless and barren; not the blossoming new life that even a rotting home tree would provide.  She had been taught about the undead, shambling corpses who betrayed the very fabric of nature, and she wondered if this mansion was itself some sort of undead creature.  "My auntie's husband's brother told me a story, once," she spoke aloud, more to remember it herself than expecting an answer from anyone else.  "Of a vast giantess who turned to stone; men quarried the fine rock of her limbs, right down to her heart, which a wicked baron used to make a magical castle that his king would envy.  But the heart knew his evilness, and trapped him inside to perish.  But all the king saw was a lovely castle he couldn't enter, so he smashed down the walls; a year and a day later he was dead, and the baron was the new king."<br/><br/>She stirred and shook the fancy from her head.  "Which is just to say, be careful and don't make assumptions.  Well met, Corine, and thank you for your aid.  Hopefully it won't be needed!"<br/><br/>After Rowan opened the door, Amanda drew a small axe and entered the building, being careful to test the floor before proceeding.  This would be the obvious spot for a trap, and even if one weren't there intentionally the rotting wood and crumbling furnishings didn't bode well for the place's integrity.  "Hello?"  She called out loudly to the old walls.  "Is there anyone here?  We mean no harm, but the town has concerns."