<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">She'll take 10!</div></div><br/><br/>The Duchess paused, as the menservants brought her possessions up - She hadn't brought much with her, but her equipment was as dear to her as her good right arm...And every bit as treasured. It was the last (and most recent) arrival, though, that *really* made her blink - A goblin? Here? Things were *really* different, this far from the cities!<br/><br/>And different didn't mean *bad*.<br/><br/>Her gaze tracked down, and...Oh<em>my</em>...lingered. A soft "Hmmmm~" purred from her full, pouting lips, as her stance shifted, ever-so-subtly - Her amber eyes resting on the goblin, slim fingers rising to brush stray strands of blonde hair back from her lovely features...As she favored Grak with a surreptious *wink*, right before the ugly little goblin trotted off-!<br/><br/>She really *was* going to have to arrange to meet the goblin later...Well, she'd think of something-!<br/><br/>The pulley elevator was a novelty - But one she appreciated. It was, after all, a<em>lot</em>easier than taking the stairs...And there were a *lot* of stairs. It'd take some getting used to, given the size of the Keep...Still, Lucille supposed she'd adapt in time. And she had nothing<em>but</em>time.<br/><br/>It wouldn't be long before she found her way to the common room - Her smile lingering, as there was a momentary hush in the conversation. The Duchess carried herself with a noble's poise, letting herself relax ever-so-slightly once the buzz of conversation started up again. She'd return the nods and greetings that were directed at her, as her gaze settled on Nold...With a glance over at Grath as the half-orc paced away!<br/><br/>"Nold, was it?" Her voice was soft, husky, her hands folded demurely before her. "Thank you for your assistance - My husband appreciates the room that was prepared for us." A smile, a soft chuckle - "...And so do I, of course."<br/><br/>She eased herself into one of the seats at the bar, her legs crossing with a supple scrape - Leaning forward ever-so-slightly, with a faint creak of her tight costume. Lucille let her chin come to rest on her upturned palm, her expression contemplative.<br/><br/>"I was wondering...What can you tell me of the region?" she inquired, a slim eyebrow arched. "I am, after all, a newcomer here...I was thinking, it'd be illuminating to hear about it from someone who knew the land."