Sir Luc d'Antrim looked visibly stunned for the first time in many years. Perhaps...? he thought to himself. Before he could get farther than that one word he stopped himself. It was best not to hope for things that could not possibly be true.

"Barkeep..." Sir Luc said, depositing several coins on the counter. The old bartender nodded and I left the tavern with the Lady Erina in hand.

"So, milady, what do you wish to talk of...?" Sir Luc asked, his eyes entranced by her appearance - so beautiful and yet mysterious...he had seen a great many mysteries before, but none such as her, and none that he wanted so badly to discover...