<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/qA9vZfY.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lucrezia of Beauclair<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Kaer Morhen - Central Keep<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Open<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Black Robes (http://digitalspyuk.cdnds.net/12/49/768x512/gallery_cult-merlin-s05-e10-6.jpg)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Lucrezia had been awake for hours. With winter soon to be setting in journeying to and from the Castle would be largely impossible by mundane means. There were matters to attend too, there always was. The Lodge was in a tremendously precarious position. The powers that be throughout the Empire and what were still sometimes known as 'The Northern Kingdoms' were ever watching Kaer Morhen with concern. Sorceresses gathering was rarely good for anyone but Sorceresses. That they were cultivating a group of highly trained killers only added to it. They survived perhaps only because so far they were able to display the tremendous benefits of Witchers being back in the world. How many leshens, vampires and giants had been stopped from being a threat to peaceful little villages? Never mind how many drowners & nekkers they had killed. The common folk cried about mutants bothering honest folk and all of that but they were ignorant peasants that believed all manner of ludicrous superstition.<br/><br/>When she heard the sound of a returning Witcher shouting his arrival in the courtyard she turned to the contacts she was speaking with through her megascope before bidding her farewells. It had been too long since she was home but her presence at Kaer Morhen was essential. There was too much work to do, always too much work. She had to make sure they did not forget her however.<br/><br/>With pressing matters put to rest the Sorceress stepped away, running a leather clad hand over the 'mess' of midnight black plaits and twists that formed her hair. To some it was a mess, those with a better eye for such things would notice the pattern to it. A very careful eye may even have been able to tell it was achieved with magic. Lucrezia absolutely<em>did not</em>have time for that. It had been different in Beauclair when she had servants but out here one had to rely on a certain amount of self-sufficiency. It was all background however as she emerged onto the balcony, blue eyes seeking out the source of the noise that had taken her attention. Conor had returned and<em>Arlaine</em>had not missed a moment to greet him. "<em>One of these days I'm going to spike their drinks and let them have at it.</em>" Why it was taking them so long she did not know. Arlaine was no wall maid, she had her fair share of lovers, could probably be a right harlot when she wanted to be. Conor was no better, Lucretiza had chastised him in the paste for wasting his money on cheap wine and whores. She didn't usually think of herself as a Countess of Toussaint but she felt personally offended when she heard about some of the rat piss they had been drinking.<br/><br/>Elias joined the scene a moment later. No doubt Arlaine would be delighted, someone interrupting her private moment with Conor thirty seconds in. Or perhaps a second Witcher was<em>precisely</em>what she wanted. Throw in some Est Est and it would be a party. What was it they said about Aedirnian girls again?<br/><br/>Bored of considering what Arlaine of Vengerberg needed betwix her nethers Lucrezia departed her balcony and soon made her way out of her chambers entirely. It was time to see the day properly greeted and make sure everything was in order for all of the returning Witchers. The Lodge Sorceress made her way down to into the Keep proper, the sound of her harsh heels announcing her presence before she was ever properly visible. Eventually she came to a stop at the main entrance of the Keep itself. Her hands came to a perch at the small of her back and her eyes focused on the courtyard. There would be plenty more life in the place before long. There always was in winter.<br/><br/>