[She's come to search out the woman who so bravely explored the inn-- no, no. It is a hotel, they say. Lucrezia is too fond of her, eager to have some sort of the security she finds herself without. Even at her husband's estate, she has had something to fall back. Of course his abuses are altogether something different.
Padding down the hall in soft slippers, Lucrezia comes to the lady elf's door. She means to peer into it to see if she's there. Instead she knocks softly on the hard wood.]
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Padding down the hall in soft slippers, Lucrezia comes to the lady elf's door. She means to peer into it to see if she's there. Instead she knocks softly on the hard wood.]
Tauriel? It is I, Lady Lucrezia.