Lucretia now had a steady job to maintain a room now in the Red Dragon Inn. And when she had returned from her self pity hissy fit, the woman came to move up stairs, turning the key at the room's door, and came to pause mid way as she looked down the halls of rooms.
Ayreg was in one of these rooms, and how she wished to talk, beg for forgiveness.... Too reasons why now she must beg for a pardon, because right now she did not feel like a mighty Dreadlord, more like, a young immature child which has only realised of it's mistakes.
Closing the door she looked about the blank room, with it's thin sheets and closed curtains. A room has never looked so dull and so dark, not as much as this.
Sitting down upon the bed, her hands went to her face. Hung over. She purposely got herself smashed with potent alcohol. The blood, mixed in with a high concentration of methanol allowed her undead form to get effected by it, so much so, she got drunk. Horribly drunk. Although, she could not remember the things she said, although, remembers one particular scene which she now thanks to fate that, Ayreg was not there.

Confession of love by a drunken woman was not a pretty sight.

But still, since her defeat, her eyes were blank, almost constantly stareing into a space of nothing was met with a very bland tone. Nothing was showing through her much other than despair, and that too now was fading away back into obediance. Never before had been so determined to follow someone, never has she felt this way - love that is - to anyone like this in her entirely miserble life, and now, was it really a good idea to fall for such a mysterious, evil man such as Ayreg, her Lord?
Lucretia knew of how professional he almost was in his plans, and really, she knew she was just a puppet to his plans, as she needs him, for her's.
"...Love really is strong..." Lucretia then looked to her hands, then rested them upon her over her chest, attempting to feel the un-beating heart.
Love, was strong... Strong enough to destroy her pride and confidence as Ayreg bowed to Maria, strong enough to almost now fully discard Moon as her friend, all for the sake of Ayreg. Perhaps, she could finally admit that this emotion of Humanity resides strongly within her, and, therefore give her a new kind of strength, a strength of which grows for Ayreg everyday.

"Am I in love?" She whispered, now sitting up at the edge of the bed, stareing out to her bloodied Morning Star, and Buckler. Ayreg's words flooded back. Yes, she was of arcane class, but Lucretia was one to be prepaired to fight in the event of her powers being prevented, or taken away. Heck, she thought that trainning herself to attack when needed in CQC (Close Quaters Combat) would help expand her fighting knowledge.

But Ayreg.. Thought otherwise. Like hell she cared of what HE thought when it came to battles. Yes, she will learn the Necromancy and he will teach her as the weeks go by, yes she will use it, but, this was insurance just in case. She wanted to protect him... Like Maria to Talomar.
And for once, Maria the bitch was now shown to her in a different light. Perhaps, Maria was the better woman, after all.

Lucretia, gives respect to the woman. But this didn't prevent her promise of fighting her again. Lucretia's hand-to-hand fighting form, must improve. She will not accept unconditional defeat again.