Lady Lucrezia. [She holds off on her husband's name, not out of deceit, but she still does not know the loyalties of this place. The tall woman's name means nothing to her, and the place is foreign, but it is her demeanor which makes Lucrezia comfortable.]
Tis a pleasure, Tauriel of the Greenwood. Come, let us see what we can make of this place.
[To her it is foreign, but a guard beside her has her shoulders relaxing at least, knowing there is at least some protection. She advances down the hall in hopes of finding something, some answer to give them some idea of this strange place.]
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Tis a pleasure, Tauriel of the Greenwood. Come, let us see what we can make of this place.
[To her it is foreign, but a guard beside her has her shoulders relaxing at least, knowing there is at least some protection. She advances down the hall in hopes of finding something, some answer to give them some idea of this strange place.]