<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>Althea stumbles slightly as she is pushed through the door, but her agile steps keep her from falling.  She turns, her eyes flashing, but instead listens as the guard leader shares his information, continuing to watch his eyes until he leaves.<br/><br/>Sighing, Althea turns away, rubbing lightly at first one wrist, then the other, wincing lightly as she does.  It had been a long time to be kept bound, and in such an awkward position. After a quick glance to the window to make sure the guard hasn't returned, Althea bends over at the waist, leaning forward to touch her toes, stretching her legs and arms more thoroughly.  Without pants, it put her shapely backside and legs on display.  Coming back up, she almost begins her regular series of fencing exercises, but hesitates, instead shooting Lia a crooked smile.  "Well.  Looks like we'd better arm ourselves."  She moves to the racks of gear, looking for a rapier, and, if possible, a suit of fencing leathers.