<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Lady Marie d'Astineau</span></strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Deirdre]<br/><br/>Lady Marie eyed Deidre confidently and gestured for her to follow as she drew back to her mount and climbed back on top.<br/><br/>Settled, she looked down at the woman and turned. "No - it belongs to a lady Lillian." Her eyes swept to the horizon and the smoke gathering ominously in the distance.<br/><br/>"We'd best make haste, then."<br/><br/>Lady Marie nudged her mount in motion to move back toward the servant woman at a slow pace, wanting to keep stride with Deirdre, her glance drawing in her surroundings in a very forthright manner.<br/><br/>"How many are at the estate?" she asked of Marie.