<strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Lady Marie d'Astineau</span></strong>, Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br/><br/>Lady Marie nodded to the servant woman. "There is no time to spare - I have little doubt they are already on their way." Her face was far more grave than Marie's, her eyes carrying a far-off look for a moment as she recalled her treasured companion.<br/><br/>"How many here could fight?" Her eyes focused on Marie, assuming an air of command and nobility that made her giddy inside as she heard the words in her ears.