>>5944843>Citations >Pic related is an early map by Forgotten featuring roads in CantonVancewells lands are well situated in montbrune
>”Hang ‘em. Damn Vancewell’s have been bleeding us dry for years.” Sir Rabe grunts halfway through his second cup. ”While we held the pass against the snakemen year after year, they’ve been ‘guarding’ the richest valleys and mineral veins far from any real danger.”Vancewell aspires to become duchess
>He was cruel little boy and would have been a cruel little lord. You did me, and likely our House, a massive favour. He would never have been the one to lead us to the Duke’s title. Of course, Daddy doesn’t quite look at it the same way.>Months away by post ''Faith politics & Intrigue pastebin'' ''our last day in Pascae was Monegan, 13th Day of Acrimun, being generous and cutting out the trip to langland we departed langland on Fenegan, the 27th Day of Bacrimun and arrived in Cathaggi on Tunegan, 13th Day of Kostrimun thats at least 2 month for Courageous sky to get us a response from port bounty/Aubreys depend on wherever Gilbern took it, plus however long the distance to montbrune is by horse sine courageous sky hasn't been there.
>Time spent with her1 Interaction with her with basically nothing said
>As Lady Rabe and Mademoiselle Sinclair depart to see if a quick wash will save the sleeve you also rise from your chair and nearly bump into a pale woman wearing a stunning black-and-gold dress.>”My apologies, Lady…”>”Vancewell. Lady Frida Vancewell. You must be Sir Emile Andrei.”>”I suppose I must.”>”I had heard that the Marquis was courting you. A very fine catch, as a suitor.”>Although Lady Vancewell does not say ‘you mean the suitor you just crippled’, her raised eyebrow certainly suggests that what she was thinking. ”Indeed, lucky me. I have heard you are on pilgrimage.”>”I am.”>”Well. Lucky you.”>”Yes, lucky me.”>You both seem to flounder for a topic that doesn’t relate to you getting her brother executed. Lady Vancewell keeps her expression set to such a careful nonchalance that you would have little reason to assume she was treating this exchange with suspicion. Likewise your countenance is stony, wary glances in between stilted conversation that skirts the line between danger and awkwardness. To an outsider it would have appeared to have been the most obdurate encounter between two strangers at a party struggling to start a conversation that had ever been witnessed.‘Bumbling Romani Bear, I will destroy you and everything you love’ you imagine her say. Instead she curtseys with a polite smile. ”A pleasure meeting you, Sir Andrei.”
>‘Not if I crush you underheel first, you treacherous mountain snake’ you think but instead bow in turn and say ”Likewise, Lady Vancewell.”[1/4]
