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You sneaked past every Guard, distracted some with a good aimed stone throw and entered a tent. there, in a sleeping bag laying, was Jeanne d'Arc. Without making much noise she already noticed you and in a blink of an eye she pulled her sword. The sharp blade laid on your throat. unarmed the only thing you were capable to do, was admiring her beauty. She had long dark brown hair, whirled up from her fast movement. Her cold ice blue eyes stared you down, like a snake readying itself to strike. With a champenois-lorraine accent she asked you in french: "Who are you."