<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>Althea, likewise, continues to glare at the hooded figure, her green eyes burning, until he leaves.  Then, her gaze goes back to her bowl of food.  Such as it was.  Grimacing, Althea vents a sigh, shaking her head lightly, her rich black hair swirling around her shoulders.  "Courage, Lia."  Althea says firmly, although she cannot keep a slight tremor from running through it.  She grits her teeth, doing her best to convert that fear into rage.  "Damn them.<em>Damn</em>them!  Whoever they are."<br/><br/>Frustrated, Althea leans back, her head resting lightly against the stone wall, her green eyes closing.  "I don't know."  She responds, her tone neutral.  "Some champion, I expect."  Her eyes squeeze more tightly shut as she considers the most likely possibility; this was an overly complicated method of execution.  And yet... there was still some hope.  "If they give me a rapier, their champion will get a fight, that's for sure."  She says, her tone heated.<br/><br/>Althea sighs.  That was hours off, from the sounds of it.  "Perhaps we'd best save our strength."  She says, leaning more heavily against the wall.  With some effort, she tries to find a comfortable resting position, her lithe body twisting, as she arranges her bare legs beneath her.