"I am the Lady Jehanne, <AvatarName>."

"I am the provisioner of Serpent's Hold."

"And," she adds, "I also have a ship for sale shouldst thou be interested in that."

"Well, it was once the magnificent `Constellation.' However, 'twas destroyed by the ship's captain, himself, to prevent it from falling into the hands of attacking pirates. What little remained was rebuilt into an even finer ship, `The Dragon's Breath?' Art thou interested in purchasing it for 600 gold?"

"Most of us here are knights, noble warriors sworn to protect Britannia and Lord British. Mine own lord," she beams with pride, "is such a knight -- Sir Pendaran."

"We met three years ago. He's quite brave and strong. I just love to watch him fight." She smiles.

"I am not really sure he will mix well with the rest of The Fellowship, though."

"He and Menion used to spar together, after their exercises. 'Twas a beautiful... sight, <AvatarName>," she says, blushing.

"At the time, Pendaran was the only man who could keep up with Menion. Now that Menion has begun instructing others, he no longer has the time to practice with my Lord."

"Well, er, I mean, he would not have mixed well -before- he joined, that is," she stammers.

"It's nothing really. He was just a little bit more... individualistic before he joined. I do not think there's anything wrong with The Fellowship, necessarily; but I did not expect it to be something that would capture Pendaran's interest."

With but a few exceptions, myself included, all of the warriors here in the Hold are knights. Thou mayest wish to speak with Lord John-Paul. He is in charge of Serpent's Hold and might be better able to show thee around.

"Thou wishest to buy something?"

"A better time to buy would be when my shop is open."

For an instant, you see indecisiveness in her expression, then she suddenly gives in, her words coming out in a torrent of information.

"I am afraid to speak, but knowing thou wouldst see through any facade, I can no longer silence the truth. My Lord, Sir Pendaran, has not been the same gentle soul since he joined the Fellowship.

"'Twas not too long ago that my Pendaran was a noble knight, one a lady could be proud of. But now," she shakes her head, "in protest of a wrong he perceives in Britannia's government, he has defaced the statue of our beloved Lord British." She begins to sob.

"And, he has battled and wounded a fellow knight who chanced upon him during his hour of misdeed. He came to me," she tries to choke back her tears, "with another's blood on his sword!"

After a few moments of your comforting, she regains her composure.

"Please do not be too harsh with him," she begs.

"I know not who, <AvatarName>, and Pendaran would not say!"

"May fortune follow thee, <AvatarName>." END