Peng follows along, idly trying to reach out and grab Fei's ass from time to time, as the trio head back downstairs. In the dining room, Fei finds the table set with three bowls of steaming soup. The goblin, distracted from sex for once, runs and hops onto one of the chairs, grabbing a bowl and downing it. "Someone's eager." The farmer chortles. "So, I hope my son's room is in an acceptable state?" The fat man says as he sits.
"Celeste! Keep away! He's a kidnapper!" Meira kept her voice firm, rare she would usually take such a sharp tone with her.
"Of course, sir." The elf smiles politely. "Though there isn't a huge amount of information on the books, I can confirm that an agent has been to the property to make sure it's as advertised. Interestingly, the owner seems to be a countess - seems unusual for a noble of some status to have a small farm." The elf shrugs. "Aside from that, what would you like to know?"
The redhead narrows her eyes, looking at Cerim carefully. "Why would you help me?" She asks.
"It was that woman. That harlot..." Ellaria spits with venom.
The guards begin to pull the dazed kidnapper to his feet, slapping irons around his wrists and dragging him. Celeste goes with Meira back into the stunned crowd, blushing hard. "Um... Meira... He might, uh, not quite be a kidnapper..."
Eran listened carefully and nodded when Emara was done talking. “I see... any chance the human woman was after the relic and this was all an elaborate plot to get it?” He asked. It was unlikely, but not entirely impossible. “In any case I will do my best to retrieve what was taken from you. If I get the chance I will try to convince Enya to come back, too.” Probably after fucking some sense into her. Eran kept the thought to himself. “Now, where was the human woman staying?”
"W-Wait!" The man shouts loudly, but it doesn't help him. Elaine's sword slashes diagonally against his chest, and he goes down in a spray of blood, dead instantly. His vitae sprays against the stone floor and the old coffins, the first fresh blood the place has probably seen for centuries. Looking around, she sees that he's definitely dead, the man she bashed against the coffin is likely dead, while one she held hostage is still breathing, just unconscious. Outside, the wind howls, and Elaine feels a chill.
"Certainly possible." Ellaria says. "I wouldn't be surprised if Enya got scammed like that, the dummy..." She mutters under her breath.
"Well, yes, but... Well, you know mother, and..." Celeste's blush deepens and she gets quite red. "You did what made sense given the information you had, but, well... He may or not kind of be... Well, we kind of know each other. Know each other really well." She bites her lip. "And I may have kind of planned on getting...snatched away, so we could have a final bit of alone time together, away from the family's prying eyes." There's a long silence.
Emara's brief touch sent a jolt of pleasant warmth through Eran's body. “I will do what I can,” he promised as he took the parchment and read the address. “It's been a long time since I was last here, but I remember the main square, so I should have no trouble finding the place. Just one final question before I am ready to go: How long has it been since the relic was taken?” Knowing how much of a head start his target had could be useful.
"Then..."
"It was three days ago when we noticed it missing. I make sure to have every room cleaned at least once a day, so that means sometime between three and four days." Emara answers, back to business after the alluring promise of her voice before.
"Oh! Umm... thanks." Eliza smiled and looked down at her feet, happy to receive the compliment but too bashful to meet Maelon's eyes. There was a part of her that was a little surprised that he would notice her new accessories, but she was pleased nonetheless.
