The shouts, the sounds, the flickering torches...<br/><br/>Lady Lucille looked up, sharply. "Trouble," she said, buckling her sword-belt around her slender waist. "-It appears that the locals might be less friendly than we expected..."<br/><br/>The blonde knight's brow furrowed, thoughtfully - Perhaps matters were indeed worse than she'd expected. But rather than stay in the house, she'll go out to meet them...Armed, but making no threatening motions. Silence is, after all, an incitement to bad behavior - Meeting it head-on was an inducement to caution.<br/><br/>Her spurs clicking lightly against the rocky ground, she'll stride out - Drawing herself up to her full height, with all the gravity a noblewoman and knight could muster; Her blue eyes ever-so-slightly narrowed, her head held high, as if this was an interruption soon to be resolved. She didn't rest a hand on the hilt of her sword, but there was a definite<em>solidity</em>to the lady knight!<br/><br/>"Good evening, gentlefolk," Lucille says, her voice clear, strident and pitched to carry. "-To what do we owe this visit?"<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Diplomacy</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll(1d20)+6:<br/>11,+6<br/>Total:17</div></div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sense Motive</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll(1d20)+4:<br/>10,+4<br/>Total:14</div></div>