<strong>Lady Marie d'Astineau,</strong>Front Lawn of Avonleigh [Marie Archambault, Lady Marie, Dee]<br/><br/>A raised eyebrow greeted that statement.<br/><br/>"So? You would have us flee this place, the land of a friend, on your word alone?" Kat smiled a little to soften that. "Whose soldiers are they, and how many? If it is two, in the employ of a neighbouring lord, then we are quite safe. If a company of Falkovians approach, I am inclined to agree that leaving may be best - so long as we can do so safely. You must, my sweet, tell me more. Or rather, Lady Lillian will wish to know more I am sure."<br/><br/>The hurried walk brought them back to the house swiftly while they spoke, and as they approached the doors, Kat continued with a sideways glance at the disreputable young lady.<br/><br/>"And no one has yet asked you to die for this land - you are no soldier to be pressed to defend us, after all. Unless your disguise is very good indeed!"