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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Kobold Stew" data-source="post: 5440413" data-attributes="member: 23484">Constance has been with the group for a while. You probably didn't see her join those walking together along the road, but you remember the paladin who had been there at the start, but who had turned back three nights previous. Constance remembers him, and will show you the kerchief he had been given by his lady love before he set out. She doesn't explain how she came to possess it, however.Constance is not especially tall, but her legs are log and her posture is straight, and there is never a hair out of place, even after a long day's march. She's looking at you now, and her assymetrical smile seems to suggest that everything you say is of greatest importance. To her. Her eyes seem never to leave you. She is dressed well, in loose silks and travelling trousers, with high boots -- better than most who travel along this road -- and it seems that she has convinced some of the fellow travellers to carry her bags for her. She's grateful to them, of course. But they want to help the Pardoner. Because the Pardoner promises shortcuts -- Constance knows all about shortcuts. The Pardoner has been vested with an authority that most priests have not. How a woman this young came to own this responsibility is not clear, but there is no doubt among those who walk with you that it is something that is hers. And whispers, later, confirm it. When she is stopped by the Keep's guard, however, she does not mention her office. Her office is assumed. Her words are confident but not imperious. "My name is Constance and I was born here. It has been years since I have visited, but I have come to claim an inheritance. This is now my home."</blockquote>

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