Belariath

Rebecca was -still- annoyed. Achillia her dark haired squire, had trashed what had been a damned comfy cabin. Of particular loss had been the wonderfully comfy goose down filled pillows.

And as Rebecca is putting on her make up at her dressing table her gaze falls on a bottle of red hair colouring she'd once used....and then she smiles, picks it up and coos softly to it as though addressing the squire herself....

"My name is Rebecca Draconis. You killed my feathers. Prepare to dye...."

Revenge? Whatever for!

Meanwhile Achillia surveys the keep with a full military assessmemt, determining that, well, alot must go in order to make room for the supplies and munitions required to install and man the six custom built ballista she had ordered...using Rebecca's papers and wax seal which she found upon her liege's desk while she was off "entertaing" some dear guest. Just a few thousand mhl...each. the noble squire didnt even think Rebecca would even notice really.

Surely the former commander of the Valencian Light Cavalry would understand?