LeSieur

From the outside and part of the interior, the manse was small and pleasant. Quaint by the standards of lords that could build temples and fortresses down into the underdark or up the face of mountains. A house with gardens and external training equipment, and little more. Most of what Jass had seen before was in the ladies' wing, where guests and prisoners alike were treated to warm clean beds and meals. By gaoler standards, it was heavenly. By tavern standards, even, it would be respectful and respectable. Perhaps not good enough for noble soiree, but better than many. Then there were the barracks, where a group of outrider knights sworn to the house chose to stay, as well as visiting knights errant and mercenaries alike. Some, to her utter surprise, she even knew; and some had never come back from this place when they had been taken here. It did take her some time to recognize Farra, but to be entirely fair, Farra had lost about two hundred pounds, gained forty in muscle, and