<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/rcYHbkb.jpg)   <br/></div>Character: Jude Talonius (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1068434)<br/>Location: Through courtyard, into main hall (?)<br/>Wearing: Full linen cloak and scarf, parade armor beneath, rucksack, scimitar<br/><hr/><br/>The immediacy of their father's 'birthright' borders on the surreal.  At the same time that the town (or compound? citadel? she is unsure what it should be called) has impressive potential, the man behind its inception and vision is nowhere to be found in its features, its vision... at least, not in any way Jude can yet recognize.<br/><br/>She finds herself studying the architecture, the layout, the people's faces-- much in the same way that she looked to every heir alongside her, looking for any common feature among them that might hint at her father's face.  As when they met, and during the long ride, she can determine no single feature that speaks of the man, no living ghost in the machines.<br/><br/>Edmund's and Crassus' words give her pause.  She, herself, has no knowledge of city fortification, no experience with diplomacy.  She can contribute almost nothing to defending a city... not from a noble's vantage.  Much as before, she will operate from room to room, not from city to city, or valley to valley.<br/><br/><i>So I may end up a whore after all.</i>The thought wrings a mirthless smile from her.<br/><br/>But at the discussion of the Blight, she seems shaken.  Already rather fair, she blanches outright.  Demonic corruption, living in him for years, waiting to strike him?  What if it took other forms, or changed from person to person like a contagion... would it be possible that some influence of that vile power was still within her, waiting to take control?  And what if the damage was done not to herself, but to those around her..?