<div class="floatright">(https://fotopoisk.com.ua/media/CACHE/images/photos/14/b0036e7176fb47a1bb5a06a492ccca69/fac3eb15f33cf2bae201602241285cad.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>The Right Honorable Margrave, Zweites Rambart</strong></span><br/><br/>The taller of the two figures could be heard at a distance, singing a bawdy tune as they road. Despite the rudeness of her words, she had the distinct accent of highborn Krastovian. Precise and clipped enunciation from years of proper schooling buried under a thick slur from hours of proper drinking.<br/><br/>"He licked the honey from her hair!<br/>Then she sighed and squealed and kicked the air!<br/>My bear! She sang. My bear so fair!<br/>And off they went, from here to there,<br/>The bear, the bear, and the maiden fair!"<br/><br/>She swayed rhythmically in the saddle, the languid pace of her steed in time with the back and forth lurch of the noble huntress. As she finished her song, she struggled with the reins. The imposingly tall dame was bundled under roughly stitched furs draped over her left shoulder, the arm obviously impaired beneath. With only her right hand, the task of lighting her pipe and riding was difficult.<br/><br/>But then she was clearly practiced in the maneuver as she slipped the reins under her thigh and dug out a long slender brass pipe from her coat. Beneath the fur she wore the seal of a Margrave, again marking her as a noble, albeit a middling one.<br/><br/>Like a magic trick she stuffed her pipe and worked her tinder box with one hand. Zweites slipped the mouth of the pipe beneath her thick veil, puffing deeply from the ember.<br/><br/>It stank sweetly of tobacco and something else if a more medicinal nature. The woman herself smelled of lavender, citrus and the distinct taint if koan leaf, a mild opiate. It almost masked the scent of her trade as a hunter, only the keenest of noses picking up the scent of old blood. Purple smoke billowed from her veil as she exhaled deeply, "So my friend, I assume you imbibe? If you'd like to bend an elbow, the first few are on me!"<br/><br/>Only the barest inch of her chin peeked from beneath the veil as she turned to her companion though it did not seem to impair her vision. It was only through the lilt of her voice could it be known that she was smiling.