The maid stumbled out of Duncan's room, face flushed red and hair in shambles. She hurriedly straightened her dress as she shut the door and smiled to herself as she remembered the pleasure she experienced inside. Her head was still swimming in a sea of ecstasy and he body shuddered in delight even at the thought.<br/><br/>"Don't you have somewhere to be, woman?" A stern and powerful voice made her jump and turn around. Her eyes widened at she looked into those eyes that looked back at her from beyond the veil and hood. She hurriedly curtsied and ran away as the Archer watched, shaking his head. Dramian Tsy had stool outside the door about to knock when he had heard moans of pleasure coming from beyond the closed door. He pondered whether he should return later but Eliza had been adamant in requesting that he bring the mercenary to meet the Lady. And he was not about to want to answer to the Lady when he went back without him.<br/><br/>Dramian didn't understand why the Lady had hired this man without first consulting him. Almost all of her guards had been hand picked by him and almost all had been soldiers in the Silver Wars and were known to him. The rest were mainly low paid distractions, cheap targets for any would be assassins. He knew those ones wouldn't stand a single fight with a trained killer but then again if it came to that, they'd be willing porns and make it that much harder to get to the Lady. Why did the Lady insist on hiring this one though? Granted, Duncan had skill. He had seen how he moved and was impressed at how observant he was. But something was different about him that made Dramian not trust him completely. He will have to keep a closer eye on this one.<br/><br/>He decided to give the moans a few more minutes to die down. Backing away into a corner by the corridor he almost blended into the shadows in the dimly lit area of the mansion. He fingered he Armanian cross bow, reassuring himself that it was still ready when he needed it. He crossed his hands under his cloak in prayer and waited.<br/><br/>The sight of the maid coming out broke his meditation. He moved silently behind her as she seemed to be lost in a daze. He liked surprising people that way and that was another thing that he didn't like about the newcomer. Duncan wasn't easily surprised and he remembered how Duncan had spotted him in the rafters that first night he came to see the Lady.<br/><br/>He looked away from the maid as she ran down the corridor and tapped on the door.<br/><br/>"Come." said a calm voice.<br/><br/>Dramian walked in wearily.<br/><br/>"A good morning to you Archer!" said Duncan as he kept his attention on his sword as he sat running a piece of silver colored cloth over the blade lovingly.<br/><br/>"You may call me Dramian, Duncan." said the Archer as he watched the swordsman as he cleaned his weapon. "The Lady Gweneth requests your presence in the dining hall."<br/><br/>Duncan looked up smiling as he stood up, sheathing his sword in one motion, making the Archer step back suddenly.<br/><br/>"I was just about to go see her myself." he said as he grabbed his cloak and threw it over his shoulders.<br/><br/>"Tell me Dramian, what do you know of Shades?" his eyes met the Archer's and they both said a silent prayer at the mention of the undead but neither man showed any emotion outward.<br/><br/>They walked down the hall that lead to the kitchens as Dramian said casually "I know that most men die on their first encounter with one let alone be up and about the next day." Duncan knew that he would have to come up with an excuse for his recovery but more importantly, how did the Archer know he had fought a Shade?<br/><br/>They knocked before they entered the dining hall.<br/><br/>