<br/><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: Cloud District; around the Battleborn estate.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Nearing Dusk<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, but I doubt anyone's free to jump in.<br/>Lucretia walked along the path to the Battleborn estate, knowing full well that this wasn't the brightest idea she'd ever had, but she needed to contact her former brothers of the order. She kept out of sight comming here, but she doubted she'd be able to get past all the Blades if they were in fact here, and if they weren't she could be fairly sure they'd get her message with what she had planned.<br/><br/>Ad she came closer the estate, she could see lights in some of the window, so someone was home. It was just a matter of getting there without any witnesses, she wasn't stupid enough to give them any more excuses to have her locked up. She started to creep around back, ducking under one of the Windows when she heard voices from inside. She tried to listen to what was being said, but the walls and window were too well made to make out what was being said.<br/><br/>With a shake of her head, Lucretia kept moving, staying low and light on her feet thanks to having left her pack at the Jarl's hall. She just hoped no one decided to go through it, not that she was likely to keep her secrets now. As she came to the back door, she tried to listen through it to no avail, whatever was being said in there didn't require yelling. Lucretia brought her hand up and rapped her knuckles on the solid oak three times.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for the sound of rustling movement to approach the door, and then the sound of the lock being opened. Summoning a dagger into her right hand she made sure she would be hard to spot at first, and as the door opened she stepped right up to the young man who'd stepped to the door way. Her summoned dagger at his throat, she smiled noticing the young bird who'd spent much of the brawl in the tavern on his back.<br/><br/><strong>"Step back, nice and slow."</strong>She leaned into him whispering into the young man's ear, as she steered him back towards the common room where his father was seated until she came into view.<strong>"I doubt you have so many heirs that cutting his throat would appeal to you. Stay seated, I'm not here for revenge yet, but if you force my hand I'm not going to tear up over it."</strong>He stayed in his chair for the moment, but she could tell his patience was thinning.<br/><br/><strong>"I'd like you you to deliver a message for me to you sponsors."</strong>She waited until he nodded, her blade still at his sons throat while her left hand maintained a fist full of his thick hair.<strong>"Tell white king, that black queen will meet him where she first tasted mead."</strong>Short, simple, and to the point, but very few knew that she'd first tasted mead at the Honningbrew brew meadery. She started to retreat back to the back door, making sure to keep the brat between her and the elder Battleborn. She could beat him in a fight, but a fight wasn't why she was here.