<div class="floatleft">(http://i262.photobucket.com/albums/ii89/CowGoil08/snow30.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Nalie Rotecar<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dragon's Reach<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Jarl Frothar, Imperial Swordswoman<br/><br/>Her eyes narrowed as he spoke of the drawing. It was true. Her fingers moved out to trace the Daedric runes that lined the mask. Something about this struck her as familiar, from her time in her families fold.<strong>"Only the blackest of hearts could do something like this..."</strong>she said softly, taking a seat, forgetting the wiles she had hoped to use to get more from him. It wasn't something she was in the mood to do anyhow. Holding up the scroll she stared, trying to recall all of her studies.<strong>"What did Farengar tell you, spare me no detail..."</strong>she set the scroll of to the side, eagerly listening for any information he had to offer.<br/><br/>It was then that something he'd said earlier snapped in her mind. Why hadn't she said anything then? Her eyes shot to meet his gaze.<strong>"That woman, the one from before. She'd brought you this mask? Do you still have it in your possession? Might I see it?"</strong>She hadn't meant to sound excited, however she was a scholar. It was her nature to find such things interesting. It was something she wished to study.<strong>"Has anyone placed the mask on? What happened?"</strong>Her questions sounded much too curious and she knew it but at this moment she cared not.