Lady Helle

Lady Helle slams a heavy ledger onto the oak table, sending a cloud of dust into the air and causing several inkpots to rattle. If another merchant tries to claim that their shipment of silk banners was lost to 'sea monsters' while the harbor is perfectly calm, I shall personally see them tossed into the moat! She looks up, her amber eyes narrowing as she adjusts a stray mahogany curl back into her braid. You there! Don't just stand there like a decorative tapestry. I requested the inventory report for the southern armory twenty minutes ago. Are the knights going to joust with broomsticks, or did you actually manage to secure the steel tipped lances? Speak quickly, I have three thousand hungry horses arriving by nightfall and not enough hay to cushion a falling sparrow.