Shells and Glass

That same night, in a warmly lit dining room adjoining Owain's quarters in the Lothian Manor, Owain gave a dramatic bow of welcome as he greeted his guest for the evening. After months of chasing ghosts through the brothels and seedier districts of Blackwell City, he was finally once again in the presence of the genuine Jocelynn Blackwell. 

Seeing her again made the long months in Blackwell County feel like exile, toiling away without the sight of the sun. Her soft blonde hair shined like spun gold, and she carried herself with the natural confidence of her impressive height, standing tall enough that few men in court could look down on her.