((Why do I get the feeling we're in trouble?))<br/><br/><strong>Giselle Do'Urden<br/>Time; Early afternoon, Day 1<br/>Location; The Northern Trek, soon to be back in Arcania<br/>Tagged; Lionel</strong><br/><br/>She hadn't really told him anything too personal, in all honesty since most of what she had said was really not her own story persay, she just happened to be around for most of it was all.  Whether he caught onto that or not was yet to be seen, but if he did she'd reluctantly share more personal things with the lion man, but until then she listened in turn and chuckled warmly at his enjoyment of her rant as she felt his arm around her shoulders a moment later.  She didn't visibly react to the friendly gesture, but mentally she had stiffened a bit, unable to help it given her past issues with the opposite sex.  It was just a friendly gesture, nothing more, and she slowly relaxed her mental defenses, never losing pace or missing anything the man had to say.  She blushed, having not meant her comment the way it had sounded or the way Lionel had taken it, but she smiled warmly all the same at his little speech, glad that the usual attitude towards women where he had come from hadn't been shared by the rest of his holy order.  "When I said that my father and his own were the only ancestors worth mentioning, it wasn't exactly how I meant it to be taken, but I appreciate your kind words greatly all the same even if it was born of a simple misunderstanding.  When I said that however, I was thinking more along the lines that the rest of the Do'Urden family that lived with my grandfather in his time were evil, plain and simple.  Women where my family came from were considered the better half by the dark goddess Lolth, and thus males were considered nothing more than cannon fodder and a means to continue their dark race.  Males are considered inferior in every way to their female counterparts in Menzoberranzan from what I've heard, having never been to the city myself since even with all of my training, I most likely wouldn't last two minutes in that chaotic world that lies deep under the surface of Faerun, even if I am of the favored gender as far as they are concerned."<br/><br/>Still, that little happy thought aside, she found it hard to believe even with all that she had seen and done in her life so far, that Lionel was as strong as he claimed to be.  She didn't think he was lying by any means, he didn't seem the bragging sort, just that she found it hard to imagine more than anything as he continued on his story.  "Just what kind of monsters were you facing if what you say is true, to make someone that powerful?  I find it hard to imagine myself, but you don't seem the boasting type and so I can't help but believe you until proven otherwise, and really I hope your story isn't proven false.  It'd be an honor to meet your old friends if they are anything like you Sir Lionel."  She commented, looking at the note that had been on the back of the patch that bore the number 7 which was rightfully Lionel's rank if she were to be asked her opinion on the matter.  Seeing what was on the back had her raising an eyebrow at the notion she might get to meet one of their descendants at least, but who knew what the future would bring down the road.