"The great Lucy Shorterux, daughter of Lady Torgenn, legendary Lady Wickshire, A Thraine; does not know who she is." he said to her blank face, as he laughed so hard, if he was unchained, he would have sprawled on the ground with laughter.
"I know I am a Thraine, I know it is important. My mother was a Thraine, and my mother made her identity known. I know that Thraine blood only passes between females and that no one is sure how a person is named one; after all, it has skipped many daughters. I never declared myself one, so how did people assume I have been titled Thraine? There are many Thraines, I could just take a trip and ask them; after all, they are well known people. But that does not matter to me, I want to know why those that employed you strive to kill off my mother's linage?"
