<div class="floatleft">(http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y112/shit_brick/Character%20Pix/IRL%20Women/Brunettes%20Western/600full-emmanuelle-beartsmaller.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jacquelyn Hellatious<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Approaching the Proving Grounds<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Day 1, Noon<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Reynik, Open<br/><br/>Jacquelyn listened to Reynik's response and story.  Perhaps in a way he was right, but that was if one was knit-picky.  Did people not reside in the land as well, and were they not a part of him home?  Jacquelyn looked to him, but she did not see any sign of condescension, if anything he was embarrassed.  Was that a blush she saw on his cheeks?  Perhaps she would not find this particular knight detestable.  He did not seem as pompous and cheeky as she feared.<br/>Jacquelyn's foul mood evaporated and she let out a small but mirthful laugh.<strong>"Yes, I do enjoy stories of adventure and heroes, but I also know that one's territory shapes the hearts and minds of its inhabitants."</strong><br/>She could barely correct him any further, for the story of courtship in his land was very intriguing.  She almost felt sorry that they were almost to their destination.<br/><br/><strong>"Building grand homes for a promise of a good life,"</strong>Jacquelyn said,<strong>"That is quite clever!  Has a man been able to build a house as grand as a castle? "</strong>