Living in the round table hold is easy life, sparring with the Wylder, painting with the executor, drinks with raider, it was a better life than many people could hope for, especially in the lands of Limden, a haunted backwood of the lands between. Recluse was usually hidden away somewhere, reading, not unlike a certain blue witch from long ago. But now, the duchess, usually very calm, collected and quiet, could be heard speaking to her, the recluse was reassuring her, the duchess didn’t sound too sure about whatever they were talking about.

T/D: “R-Recluse… I have yet to discover reason to doubt you on much but are you… S-Sure?”

She said, stuttering and fumbling over her words

T/R: “Oh Duchess. You worry too much! Trust me, you look irresistible.”

The recluse replied, her voice sounded excited and amused, whatever was going ON in there?

You open the door, and what you see shocks you, the recluse sitting on a pile of books, reading from a… magazine. For some reason, and upon seeing the duchess you know why. She was dressed in her usual sleeves, shoulder cape, gloves, knee-high boots and firekeeper’s mask, but instead of her usual tunic and tresses, she had little but a cotton leotard on, her head whipped around like an abductor virgin

T/D: “G-GET AWAY! HAVE YOU NO DECORUM?”

she said, moving to cover herself as if she were stripped bare in public, the recluse hardly looked up from her book, clearly this is supposed to be her new outfit.