Adriana gives her a hateful glare. "Like you don't know." She leaves in a huff. Adela sighs. "Please don't be angry with her. She's mad after that Dutch noble can here a few weeks ago. He seemed more interested in the size of your cleavage than the size of Adriana's dowry, and she's gotten it into her head that you purposely seduced him to sabotage her marriage." She sips at her tea. "Ridiculous, I know, but sometimes heartbroken people think stupid things like that. She'll get over it."
'Well,' Angelo started, 'Apart from telling me horror stories about what were are to find in the Baltic, you've been quite decent to me, even shared your wine. Though at the gates... I think Brother Staphano might have soiled his robes at your gaze. And you still have not told me your name yet, which somebody else might think is rude.'
As she looks at her map, she realises that by taking an alternate route, she can cut the journey short by several days. As she looks at it, a youngish man at arms approaches her. "My lady." He bows his head. "T-That stuff you did the other day..."
“Ah, that guy. It was very hard not to do something very unladylike to him due to the way he was ogling some of the women here. Though I wish Adriana did not blame me for his behavior...” Ophelia took a sip of her tea as well. “Maybe I'll try talking to her and tell her I did not seduce him... later, after she has had time to calm down.” She took another sip. “Mmm, nice tea. So, what about you? Do you have any stories to share, sis?”
Lifting her head upwards to take a look at him, she knew the topic was going to come up. "Ah, yes. You mean when your friend was in an ambush and I saved his life. Would you have preferred that I didn't do that?"
She nods. "I suppose I could tell you about the first time my husband's castle got besieged. The second time would be a boring story, they just starved us out until we were eating our shoes and surrendered, but the first time... Now that was a battle. Ever been in a fight yourself, little sis?"
Rhaelicca gets a slightly hungry look on her face and scoots her chair next to her. "I would probably say that your voice has the most beautiful cadence that I've heard since I left home."
She continues making conversation, before she falls asleep. Eventually, the carriage pulls up at a large ale house. Angelo sees a large throng of people outside, several in Inquisitor's robes.
He backpedals. "No, no, that's not what I meant at all, my lady. I just meant... What else can you do?" He sits. "My joints have been aching really bad, lately, and I was wondering if you had some magic, or, like, a potion, that could help. I'll pay."
Angelo took a little nap himself, but was awake to see the people outside the alehouse. He rose from his seat in the carriage and leaned over to shake Marguerite's shoulder gently, 'Sister, I think we have arrived at the meeting place.'
"Decent. But, imagine you were trying to get with someone who was both unbelievably beautiful, and totally forbidden. What would you say to her then?" She curls her red locks around a finger.
"Wha- Shit?" She looks out the window. "Ah, we're here. Don't worry, there's no ceremony or anything. We just have something to eat and drink, and rest for the night before heading out in the morning." Angelo sees several retinues, dozens of men and a few women.
“Well, yes and no. I had the pleasure of 'fighting' some bandits once, when visiting another lord's domain, but they were idiots who had no idea what they were doing. I mean, waiting right in the middle of the road? Really? They also looked like they had not eaten in days – which was likely the case. And they had nothing but swords. In fact, they looked so pitiful that I tried talking some sense into them. That didn't work, so I set the leader's cloak on fire – and they all fled in an instant. The next time I visited the area I saw them all hanged on the side of a road, so I guess they did not learn their lesson. That's most of my combat experience.” Ophelia admitted. She had had a few more encounters, but nothing she wanted to share. “I'm sure your story is a lot more... exciting. Do tell.” She sipped her tea as she waited for her sister to speak.
'That sounds nice, I've never been in an alehouse,' Angelo nodded and stepped out of the carriage, making room for the Inquisitor while he looked around at the other retinues.
"Hmm...that is a problem. But what I can and can't do is limitless. There is something I might be able to do here though...I don't feel like I should have your money over this however, so no need to worry on that." She debated. There was a issue if one of the troops was feeling uncomfortable and potentially falling ill. However, it might be possible to convince him that he should be getting better and ignore the pain on his own. Standing up, she grabbed the quill she was writing with and looked for a flat stone. It's true, she didn't have the power to actually make runes or heal, but she could create illusions of objects and as long as he thought it existed it would probably work, especially with him wanting to believe in it. Deciding to make this look more ominous and forbidden than it really was, she slowly took him by the wrist, letting his hand hover over their stone covered in ink, trying to treat it as if this actually meant anything other than just trying to impress him and searched for a needle inching it to his finger. He could already tell what she was going to do, but she spoke anyway to confirm his suspicions. "I'm going to draw a slight drop."
"Well..." Rhaelicca licks her lips gently while she thinks for a moment. "I would tell such a person two things. first: I believe this is escaping beyond the realm of academic curiosity and second..." Rhaelicca leans in close. Her scantily clad body nearly pressing against hers as she whispers into her ear "it's easier to ask for forgiveness than permission"
"Oh, it was pretty standard in terms of how sieges go. We had an ally coming so they couldn't starve us out, so they built a trebuchet and started bombarding the walls." She laughs. "I tell you, getting a massive rock smashing through your wall as you're about to go to bed is one hell of an experience. Then they came in and tried to take the keep, so we were holding them off on the stairs. I had a mace, and just kept whacking people with it. Eventually they gave up."
