Editing The Twins (section)

==Personalities==
Typical sociopathic nobles.

The group has a private whistling language between them, with their brother the only other person who understands it.<ref>“Only about five people probably understood it on any level.  The four Twins, and the Baron.” [...] I reached into my pocket and retrieved the whistle.  “If he hears that, even if he knows his sisters don’t whistle like that, what’s he going to think?  Is he going to think an enemy somehow figured out their language, or is he going to think his sister somehow can’t communicate properly?”<br>[...]<br>I could imagine the ground he covered, from the likely positions he’d chosen to set up his small army, how far away he was, the instructions he would have given his men.  What if the signal came while he was away, looking for that sound, which sounded so much like his sister crying for help or screeching in rage?<br>[...]<br>A whistle cut through the air.  Not Jamie’s.<br><br>It was the Baron, calling out to his sister.  Crown soldiers spoke, calling out to each other.  The door banged against the wall as they shoved their way through.<br><br>I heard the whispered words, “He’s not going inside.”<br><br>I closed my eyes.  I listened, and I heard the Baron call out.  “Sisters!” - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/03/10 Excerpt] from [[Counting Sheep 9.16]]</ref>
===Reputation===
They are infamous, the archetypal example of mad nobles.<ref>''The twins.''  The words were akin to a bell in Gordon’s memory.<br><br>Gordon had heard of the twins.  To be exact, he’d heard about them in the context of the mad nobles.  On the flip side, mention of mad nobles as a general topic invariably meant mention of the twins. - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2015/12/01 Excerpt] from [[Interlude 7.x]]</ref> If not for their brother's intervention, they would likely have died a long time ago.<ref>He moved with a retinue, as if he wasn’t imposing enough on his own.  On either side of him were ''the twins''.  His bastard sisters.  I had nothing against bastards, I was probably one myself, but for the nobles, those things mattered.  The Baron Richmond was disenfranchised by virtue of his lower status.  Too powerful to deal with the common people on any level, too low in status to wield any meaningful power.  The bastard twins were below him in status.  Were it not for their brother’s continued hard work, they might have found an early grave to assassins or other subtleties.<br><br>They were beautiful, I had to admit, wrapped in heavy coats, though theirs had albino wolf pelts around their otherwise bare shoulders, and were a stark, startling white.  Pale skin, pale fur, and white cloth that surrounded them and with the bare shoulders, suggested they weren’t even dressed beneath the overcoats.<br><br>They reminded me of Helen, if I imagined a Helen with more bloodlust, and the inability or an unwillingness to suppress it.  Their hands were all over their brother. - [https://twigserial.wordpress.com/2016/02/02 Excerpt] from [[Counting Sheep 9.3]]</ref>