<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: The Bannered Mare<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Jo'Shaar<br/>Lucretia listened intently to the Khajiit's words, taking them in and comparing them to what she knew of the happening in Skyrim.<em>I suppose I should have guessed, but the Dragonborn having an affair with Valania?</em>The thought was troubling, and she wasn't even certain why. Something from her lessons at home maybe, something she wasn't connecting.<strong>"Tha-"</strong>Her gratitude to the Khajiit was interrupted by one of the drunks in the tavern as he began to harass the Khajiit, over of all the things the stool next to an Imperial?<br/><br/>No this Nord was just looking for a reason to bash the Khajiit, though Lucretia wasn't certain of why. She watched the Khajiit keep his cool through a great deal, and smiled at the discipline of the Cat.<em>He'd of made a good Blade...</em>The thought came to her before she realized where her mind was taking her, and she regretted going in tht direction almost as soon as she'd gone there.<br/><br/>Lucretia scanned the tavern and noticed what she assumed was some of the Nords buddies on the edge of their seats waiting to see what would happen.<em>I think if it comes down to it, I'm backing the Khajiit.</em>She thought once more, and began to slip her pack from her shoulders and set it on the ground, when the Cat stood to head on, before speaking what she thought were the last words. She was thoroughly impressed, she wasn't even certain she'd have walked.<br/><br/>However, the Nord had to throw those last words out there, and as the Khajiit spun around gracefully, Lucretia set her pack next to her stool, no use being weighed down if she was going to get into it here. She seen the other buddies of the Nord get up, and begin to make their way over, obviously wanting to get a little closer to the action. If this followed in the usual fashion of Skyrim's brawls, then the others would stay out of it, but something was off about these Nords seeming to pick this Khajiit to attack.<br/><br/>She wasn't kidding herself, she was attractive by Imperial standards, but she doubted this was over a Nord wanting to try their luck at getting her into one of the beds upstairs. No, they were looking to beat this Khajiit for some reason she wasn't aware of, and she didn't like the taste of it.<strong>"Why don't we all calm down, there really isn't a reason to spill good mead."</strong>She tried to speak to the drinkers of the lot, but one of the men who'd come up on them, snapped his head at her in a snarl.<br/><br/><strong>"Shut up, Imperial whore."</strong>His words caused her to flush despite herself, and she wasn't as used to the Khajiit in taking outright insults, sure a little hostility, maybe a few jokes, but few had ever called her a whore. Still sitting in the stool she kicked her foot out into the guys knee, and heard the satisfying crunch of bone and cartilage cracking. The man;s head lowered with the pain, and she rose up to her feet while at the same time bringing her elbow to the mans jaw. They may have been tough by the standards of tavern brawls, but these weren't well trained warriors.<br/><br/>Now bounding on her feet as to not get grappled by one of the bigger men, she glanced at the Khajiit.<strong>"I've got your back here, but by Talos what did you do to piss them off?"</strong>She said as the next lunged at her, and grapping his wrist she twisted around the man, before kicking the back of his knee, and ramming her palm to the back of his neck.<br/><br/>While she put that one down, her spin brought her back first to the other, and one of them grabbed her from behind. She knew she couldn't win in a grapple, so she tried to swing her self up with the momentum, but the drunken fool was prepared for it and fell on his ass bringing her with him.<em>Not good!</em>She thought as she began to roll away from the man she'd made fall on his ass.