<strong> Amelia<br/>at the Warders Rooms</strong><br/>Amelia looked at the large male guard and turned to smile at him as she walked without trouble. She looked so small, delicate and what one would consider fragile. There was something very precious about her as if she were made if fine porcelain rather than flesh and bone. The young woman licked her lips then and tilted her head. “I saw the way you looked at the lovely young woman in my resting place.  I do hope you did not have lustful thoughts that you intend to act upon. After all you are aware as to what happens to those that behave in such a manner?” Her eyes glazed over for a moment as memories of her path trickled into her head.<br/><br/>“Oh my we are here now, thanking you for escorting me, though I really don’t believe I would have been in any danger.” Still Amelia showed no fear and was exceedingly polite, even offering a polite incline of the head as she walked into the chambers of the one that had summoned her.<br/><br/>The killer believed that this woman, this warder was indeed a sinner…it might take a little time though provide the right punishment, still Amelia could be very creative and she had ‘good’ and all that was enlightened on her side.<br/>