<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 Great hall<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Afternoon<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Those in the Jarl's Hall<br/>Lucretia listened to the elf speak, though it seemed a passing not to what came next as the Battleborn burst out in anger, and Lethander quieted him as he came down the stairs. She smiled as the Jarl spoke to Jo'Shaar, figuring the Khajiit wasn't accustomed to being treated in such a manner, after all the Jarl had made of him an equal in these matters at least.<br/><br/>Her eyes flared however when he pulled her words into a more open light, drowning the weight she'd put into them to cast suspicion upon her accuser. However when he rose to show the scrolls her curiosity was peaked, that however was covered in ice as he mentioned why they had been held.<em>Accused of attempted murder? If I'd wanted them dead, I'd have burned the Bannered Mare to the ground with them in it!</em>The thought came unbidden, and she forced it away. The long battles of Valenwood too clear in her mind, and the lessons she learned there.<br/><br/>Lucretia forced her attention from the Battleborn, to watch the Jarl as he continued his speech, her dark gaze no longer fueled with anger but the ice that makes up the tundra of winter. She closed her eyes briefly at the deal he proffered before her, and with a quick calculation she decided she'd take up. If Whiterun was put under siege by Giants it wouldn't do to be sealed in a cell.<br/><br/>Lucretia might have burst out with something of her own, but the pale woman spoke first, and her words had Lucretia's brow arching.<em>Mercenary Indeed.</em>She thought ruefully for a second, before turning her cold gaze to the Battleborn, and seen the look on his face.<em>The Blades put him up to this, I'll bet it was Cassiel.</em>She thought more darkly, letting him see what had been forged in the Jungles of Valenwood against the Thalmor.<br/><br/><strong>"If I'd the intent to kill your son, he'd have been dead before your <em>Patrons</em> could have stopped me."</strong>She told the man, putting emphasis on the use of the word patron, and noting the Battleborns as her enemies in her plight for her own freedom. If they were her enemies she'd treat them as she'd treated the Thalmor in Valenwood, maybe not today, or even a year from now, but one day she'd see them fall.<br/><br/><strong>"I'll take your offer, and your mission Jarl."</strong>Lucretia's voice thawed considerably as she let the topic of her pride drop, and a felt a little pang at that. Much of her pride had been sloughed by her time in Valenwood, both with the killing and deceptions, and with her time under Thalmor interrogations. She made her way to the table where the letters had been set, much like Ru'Ashka she leaned over the table rather than sitting at it.<br/><br/>As she did so, she lowered her pack, before looking up to meet the eyes of the Altmer.<em>The hair, the face, she has to be related to him.</em>She thought for but a second before returning hers to the letters, and caught sight of the dried blood along the lower half of her face and neck. A sight she must have made, but she brushed it aside once more.<strong>"I don't know the whole tale of the Giant problem, but I take from these documents and your words that someone is managing to direct them?"</strong>She asked the question without inflection, looking up from the document to the Jarl.