<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 moved along, the farther they got from the dungeons and the closer they got the Jarls hall, the more the Imperial came out in her. Her chin had lifted, and she had straitened to her full height, and while that still probably marked her as the shortest person in attendance, no one could forget that once upon a time Imperials ruled all of Tameriel.<br/><br/>These were the things her father taught her, to never appear weak at court, to use her Imperial features while dealing with the other provinces to make herself stand out. These things came back to her from over eleven years in her past, things she hadn't used since she had become a Blade, and truthfully never really thought she'd use again.<br/><br/>Lucretia had had a feeling since Lethander had shown up that Frothar had set her up with that bar brawl, she knew he was a good man, but she never doubted the extent he would go to protect his people. If that meant setting up an old friend, then so be it, it wasn't like she was family after all. She walked into the Hall bearing all the arrogance of Cyrodil, knowing Frothar wouldn't like it, and thus why she was doing it. If he wanted to play games, well her father taught her well enough.<br/><br/>Her gaze, now cold as the land she currently lived in, lit up first on Frothar, and then scanned about the rest. It lingered on the Altmer she didn't know, but the female elf looked a lot like the Thalmor interrogator who'd supposedly gotten the information from her. Her face heated, and her dark eyes flared breifly before she got herself under control, and actually smiled at the elf.<br/><br/>She then cast a glance at Ru'Ashka, and nodded her head towards the pale woman, she wasn't certain if she was an elf or not, but it didn't matter. Then she sent a scathing look to the Battleborn resting at the long table. While she was glaring at the Battleborn, Jo'Shaar asked permission to speak, and she smiled.<em>Considering the way things went down, his manners will serve him well here.</em>She thought, but knew for her purposes, that wouldn't suffice.<br/><br/><strong>"Jarl Frothar, don't tell me this Battle born is still carrying a grudge. I told him years ago that not all women are into that kind of thing."</strong>The words were teasing, but she was letting the Jarl know she wasn't happy to have been kept in the dungeon, despite the fact that she really hadn't minded all that much, it had given her and Jo'Shaar a chance to speak at length. Murmurs ran through the hall at her words, and the Battleborn turned bright red with embarrassment and anger.<br/><br/>Lucretia was stretching words a little, it wasn't as inappropriate as she had made it sound, but she hadn't lied in the least.<strong>"To the point, Jarl, what can we do for you. That is why we're here, or am I assuming much?"</strong>She asked, her voice hinting at both sarcasm, and annoyance. Her gaze flickered back to the Altmer sitting at the long table, and she wondered who she was, and if she was a Thalmor. The fact that she resembled one of her interrogators, probably meant the elf was related to him, and for the most part a Thalmor family stays Thalmor.