<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/>Zweites had just retrieved her pipe from Kryztofs as they were stopped. She jabbed the thumb of her glove into the bowl, snuffing it out with a soft hiss as the ember met leather. She parted her coat to replace the pipe, revealing the seal bolted onto her harness to Peter's inspection, "Well met. I am the Margrave Zweites Rambart, Countess of the March and naturalist under Baron Harken of the Krastovs. The lions share of my duties is hunting, though, you are quite right!"<br/><br/>She let her thick coat fall closed as she nodded her head eagerly to Peter, before extending her hand out towards Kryztofs, "And this is my companion, fast friends are we for many miles now. A specialist in certain circles... his name escapes me but that is the fault of my memory. It is no bearing upon his good name, which again, I find eludes my tongue just now. I have simply called him friend which I should very much like to call all of you as we are road weary and looking to take a load off."