<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ERG0LH1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Arwen Deveroux ap Leanhaun<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>--<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Lilisa (TheLaughingOne), Corrin (Nadir), Quinn (Sparrowhawke), Balthazar (Muse), Arwen (Eobelle)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Arwen took the paper with the number on it and tucked it into the same pouch as her phone and Rick's card were nestled in. "Thank you, your Lordship, I'm sorry things seem to be getting worse.  If there is anything else I can do to help you, I am your servant." She ended that with a little curtsey that was a little ridiculous in what she was wearing, but hopefully came off as cute.<br/><br/>As the two pookas left, Arwen walked up to Quinn "Um, I hope..." she paused a second and tried again "Would it be ok with you if I accompany you to the Duchy?  I don't know what you saw, but I'm guessing whoever is behind this wouldn't want the Duchess to know it.  They also might be at court right now, hiding in plain sight or have accomplices there." She stopped there with her pitch as a wayward dreadlock had worked its way to right in front of her face. She brushed it back with a bit of annoyance. Her face now clear of wayward hair she opened her mouth to continue when it swung back and in hit her in the nose.  Arwen sighed and turned to place her sword on the ground, her limber form not needing to bend her knees whatsoever.  Her skirt didn't really hide much in the way of leg, but when bent completely over to rest her beloved sword on the grass, there was nothing at all covered except maybe her sacrum.  Coming back up she reached her hands back and tied her dreads back, using two of the lower dreads on the back of her head.  As she tied the 'locks back, she continued.  "If this Thallian is very practiced at killing, knowing what you know might be very dangerous.  I'd like to make sure that what you need to say to the duchess gets said, and you get out again safe.  Would that be ok?" Her hair secured and pitch made, her limber torso dove down for the sword once more, coming up with a straight back, whipping her deadlocks back over her head.  Suddenly, she looked rather sheepish, "Oh and I don't really have a ride either... do you think I could get one from you?"<br/><br/>