[h2][center][color=crimson]Lorelai[/color][/center][/h2]
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As the first rays of dawn's early light bathed the chateau nestled among the mountain's of Orello in an amber glow, dazzling refractions cast themselves off of freshly polished armor to paint a dizzying array of color across a Spartan guest room. The lone occupant set down an oiled rag and turned a critical eye to her armor of blackened steel, dissecting every facet with an intensity that would have left her old drill sergeant feeling inadequate in comparison. After inspecting her regalia from every angle she could conceive, the Abyssal Knight Lorelai let out a satisfied hum as she could find no fault with her work. Not a single blemish could be tolerated on the nigh hollowed ground she stood upon, the current residence of the embodiment of Imperial Justice herself, Lady Eleanor.

Resting atop a desk burdened by ordered stacks of paperwork and reports was a ruffled sheet of paper that had been well worn in only a short time. Lorelai approached the paper and took it in hand, her fingers still clenching it tightly as emotion overcome her. The transfer papers, signed and sealed by the Imperator, that put her in the service of Lady Eleanor as her personal guard under the pretext of serving as a hand maiden. It could have said she was to serve solely as Lady Eleanor's scullery maid and it wouldn't have smothered the fire burning inside her. 

[color=crimson]"It's time to begin the day proper."[/color] With the reverence of one handling a holy book she set the papers down and once more returned to the armor. Hand maiden or not, she knew no uniform beyond the one before her. It was the best, and last, suit she would ever wear.
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The Abyssal Knight was near certain she had failed to breathe the entire way from Lady Eleanor's private chambers to the dining room where they would be partaking in breakfast with the Crimson Knight's daughter and the newly christened Lord who followed her. The true north of Lorelai's moral compass was walking right beside her, and it was all Lorelai could do to walk forward without stumbling over her own feet. Lorelai would have been infinitely more comfortable if her assistant had come with her on this assignment, but she had proved difficult to find on short notice and had to be left to fend for herself.

Lorelai's tension abated upon arriving at the dining hall and sharing the company of others, even if they were of substantially higher standing then herself. The food had been brought out before hand, Lorelai herself inspecting it for poison while perusing the kitchen's for enough lamb to sate her partner's hunger earlier in the morning. For now she was to dine among the company of heroes, a daunting prospect for any to endure, and this wasn't aided in the slightest by the bombshell revelation dropped onto their laps before anyone had even taken a single bite.

First, discussing the future engagements of Lady Fei and Lord Jessi was a rather embarrassing subject for an uninitiated stranger like Lorelai, and judging by their reactions it was a mutual feeling.

Now Lorelai had been given brief reports on what had occurred in Exilia, that Asgard had been abducted and hoisted off as the prize in a phony tournament orchestrated by the Fallen Princess Emilia. Beyond that details were rather spotty, and at the time of reading Lorelai was far too incensed at the very idea that someone could lay a hand on Lady Eleanor to rationally process any further trivialities.

Still, it had not been mentioned anywhere that Yggdrasil had any involvement in the crisis. The idea that such a betrayal could occur, and from one so trusted and seemingly devoted to the Imperium was alien and wholly incompatible with her mind set. What she could decipher was that a treacherous element had acted against the Imperium by targeting [b]her[/b] idol, the arbiter of justice and morality in the Imperator's lands, and because of this treachery Lady Eleanor had been forced into the vile, unclean, barbarous hands of that pig sow known as Emilia Warov who would experience unending agony when Lorelai finally go- 

The quiet groan of stressed metal derailed the maelstrom of unrelenting hate for the Fallen Princess and any who had a hand in her plans as she came to realize the utensils in her hands had managed to get themselves crushed into gnarled balls of silver. Lorelai's face went white as a sheet and hastily tried to hide the evidence of her faux pas by stuffing it inside her armor. 

The only signs of her indiscretions now disposed of she rested her gauntlet clad hands neatly on her lap and turned to humbly address the head of the table. [color=crimson]"Pardon me Lady Eleanor, but might I ask what your intentions will be while Lord Jessi and Lady Fei are otherwise indisposed of?"[/color]