<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/08/Guinevere_detail.jpg)</div>Guinevere accepted Ashendar's heavy arm over her slender shoulders with passive grace.  Giving the blustery cleric a wan smile and a light kiss on the cheek before breaking away to aid the others gathering and loading the horses.<br/><br/>She mostly rode alongside Arren on the way into town, sharing of the archer's flask and contributing from her own small flagon of very good travel wine.  Smiling ravishingly, blowing kisses, and waving gayly to the crowd and to her many personal admirers, or so she liked to assume, she laughed and drank her way through town until they encountered the king.<br/><br/>She giggled at his revelation that he'd watched the battle, wondering how much he'd seen and what he thought of the sight.  She would have curtseyed herself into a deep bow in reply to his thanks - but the crowds and the atmosphere prevented more than a humble nod, a smile, and a reply of "It was a pleasure to serve your majesty."<br/><br/>And then the pressures of the crowd and their many admirers demanded more of her attention...<br/>