[h3]Lucien Delorano[/h3][hr]

Lucien pushed back the heavy chair he had resigned himself to remain in for the remainder of the evening. Already his head was swimming from the wine, it had been a dry year for the young Delorano, and his tolerance, coupled with his outbursts of rage had drained him. Pieters words had turned to meaningless syllables the more Lucien imbibed, and with the arrival of the Crow, Lucien decided he might be going half-mad. Opting to remain silent during the intense exchange that followed (more so out of debating with himself on what words to choose), Lucien perked up at his sister, Nalias' suggestion that they retire to her study for further inquiry. Impatience clawed at Luciens mind, but was beat back by the numbing wine. 

[color=dimgray]"Lead the way"[/color], said the Crow. 

Lucien stood quietly, swaying a bit. He realized he was still clutching his rapier tightly, and, with a sheepish, boyish grin slammed it home into the sheathe. 

"It is as you say dear sister. Let us retire to father's study," said Lucien. The words had not been intended as a slight to his sister,  It was of course now [i]Nalias study[/i] and would be until her death or one of the families of Venara with a blood feud burned it to the ground. Which, given the ease with which the Crow had infiltrated the estate grounds, seemed more and more likely. Lucien decided to recant.

"Pardon m'lady. I mean [i]your study[/i] of course."