<div class="floatright"><div class="reverse">(http://i.imgur.com/oCAkdBw.jpg?1)</div></div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Lucille Ortensia (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1240761)</strong><br/><strong>Hp:</strong> 55/55 (Healthy)<br/><strong>Fame (http://www.d20pfsrd.com/gamemastering/other-rules/reputation-and-fame/):</strong> 9; <strong>Prestige:</strong> 1</span></span><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Possessions</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Carrying</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Wearing:</strong> Cloak of Resistance +1, Eyes of the Eagle, Full Plate +1, Noble's Outfit,<br/>     Signet Ring, Sleeve of Many Garments</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Stage Coach Roof</strong></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong>Backpack:</strong> Wand of Cure Light Wounds, 425 gp<br/><strong>Roof Baggage:</strong> Greatsword +1</span></span></div></div><hr/><br/>The sun had just dipped past the midday point and was starting its slow descent towards the western horizon, yet it was a fair day when the Ortensia's retinue arrived at Banorn Keep, located on the eastern edge of the kingdom and meant to keep an eye out on the Banorn wilderness just beyond the border.  It was a redoubt that had been converted over the years to also cater to the passing travelers who were heading north or south or west.  And it was a<em>rare</em>occasion that saw anyone wanting to head east into the Banorn.<br/><br/>Accompanying Lord Adrian Ortensia (http://image.dek-d.com/27/0321/7160/117610215)'s retinue were some fifty mercenaries he meant to help pacify the region with.  Adrian was better known as an eccentric nobleman of scholarly disposition, so many among the mercenaries wondered in hushed tones as to the actual move and even fewer voices whispered that he might be acting at the behest of his newly wed wife who had some minor renown as a former-knight of the Burning Rose before the nuptials.  Nevertheless, the head of the House of Ortensia was fabulously rich, and no one spoke these whispers too loudly.<br/><br/>Lucille's golden-haired beauty was the source of much envy for Lord Ortensia, and many nudged each other with sly grins that her husband must have been ploughing her every night and chance that he got, never quite guessing that Adrian Ortensia was a gentleman of the most refined type who epitomized chaste love to a degree that bordered on quixotic.  Since their marriage six months ago, the number of times Adrian had been intimate with her could be counted on a single hand.<br/><br/>Those on the walls of Banorn Keep were quick to note the arrival of the imposing entourage and by the time the wagon came to a stop before entrance to the keep, the heavy gates had already been opened and the captain of the guard was waiting with his officers.  Adrian stepped out first whilst his valet quickly went to announce who they were and present their letters of lineage, smiling winningly at his wife as he offered a hand to help her out.