It was a good plan.<br/><br/>Duncan sipped his tea as he watched Lady Gwen as she spoke. This woman was more than just a pretty face, he thought. She didn't become who she is today by mere looks alone and this plan proved it. Under that perfect skin laid a sharp mind, he now knew. He would not underestimate this woman's abilities any more.<br/><br/>It was a good plan. But it needed to be perfect if she had any hope of surviving these bloody days.<br/><br/>"There is merit to your plan, my Lady." he said as he set his mug down and looked at her again. He didn't want to give her too much credit for he didn't want to give her reason to feel too confident in herself. That kind of confidence can be turned against one's self and it only takes a little pushing to turn that into stupidity. And he was not about to let her be pushed.<br/><br/>"But to pull it off it needs more thought and more planning." he said as he stood up to pace the room, his mind working out the merits and pitfalls of the plan. He had heard of Tfarc as he made his way to Talahentry. The name had been whispered in taverns and street corners by few and all of whom had something to hide. He had heard how justice had long left Tfarc and how it beckoned all who wished to out run and out whit the laws of the land. A sinister town. A perfect town for a perfect plan.<br/><br/>"People will notice you gone, my Lady. Unless we keep up appearances as long as we can. This will require Dramian to stay behind." he didn't like the man but knew he'd come in handy in a tight spot. But any worthy assassin would notice the absence of the Lady's personal guard at her own home and that would put their plan in turmoil.<br/><br/>"Dramian must stay behind to pretend to guard you. You will pick one of your trusted maids to play the part of yourself, my Lady. Pay her, threaten her, do what ever you want but make her understand that to betray you would mean a far worse fate than to be you for the next 12 days." He knew no one would willingly pretend to stand in for herself in these bloody days but money always had a way of easing one's mind.<br/><br/>Money. He smiled at the thought of doubling his wages. It was always pleasant to walk away with more than he needed.<br/><br/>"You and I will make our journey to Tfarc tomorrow, my Lady. But we will need an able sword and a hand maiden in one to travel with us. I need someone I can trust to be by yourside if I am forced to be someplace else. I have just the person who will fit that profile. But she won't come cheap. Good help never does." he smiled.<br/><br/>He needed someone who can handle more than just a sword. He needed someone who can handle Gwen too. Someone who didn't send the wrong signals to prying eyes. Someone who can pass off as an ordinary woman. He hoped the blacksmith would agree to journey with them. He could use Aurora's skill in a cursed town like Tfarc. And she could more than handle herself as she had proven the night before.<br/><br/>He stopped pacing and looked at Gwen. "You will have to change more than your appearance, my Lady. You will have to change who you are." She would have to give up being a Lady and blend into the common folk in Tfarc if this plan was to succeed.<br/><br/>"What say YOU, my Lady?"