Angelo nodded back to them and then turned to Marguerite, 'Should we head inside, Sister?' He gestured for her to lead the way.
"And I have something to tell you." Morwenna gives her a steamy look and leans in to whisper "My room is the third door on the right." Without another word, she stands and goes upstairs.
“Oh, my! That sounds like quite the experience, sis! I bet they were not expecting to get smacked by a noble lady wielding a mace. I wish I had been there to see their expressions!” Ophelia giggled and with another sip finished her cup of tea. “Maybe I will have some stories to tell when I get back... though hopefully more peaceful ones. Anyway,” she smiled at her older sister “it was nice talking to you like this. We should do this sort of thing more often in the future. But for now I will let you rest – you must be tired. I will try talking to Adriana and see if I can clear things between us before going to sleep. Wish me luck!” Ophelia gave her sister a hug and left her alone. She went looking for Adriana – hopefully the woman in question had gone back to her room... (Time for me to take a break.)
She nods. The retinues head inside one by one, filling the alehouse to capacity. As the inquisitors sit down at a number of large trestle tables, a man steps to the front of the room. From his outfit, Angelo realises that he's a bishop. The hall quiets down, and the bishop begins to sing in latin, the room following suit. Afterwards, he says grace, and asks for God's protection in their quest, before sitting down. The inquisitors begin a raucous feast, drinking and partying, with only a few looking in disapproval at the festivities.
She pricks his finger and allows the blood to sustain the "rune" after which she picks it up and mutters some words that seem vague enough to mean something and then grab the stone letting her fingers clutch over it. All she did was turn around to not face him directly and place it in her pocket, then emptied the palm of her hand as she invoked the power to create the illusion of a small stone with glowing letters. As long as he was mentally convinced the object is real, it more or less would look and feel real to him, so she just turned to place it in his hands. "This should ease the pain. You feel that in the air around you, don't you?" All she was doing was just adding the power of suggestion to it and waiting for his reaction. If he was telling himself he'd get better, then that should take care of itself.
He nods, looking at her in wonder like she's a goddess. "I do! Thank you, my lady, you're a Godsend." He walks away, smiling.
While it was good to see that would at least make things fine for now, she had to stop him from leaving just yet. She had to guide the conversation properly while leaving him to think that would work. "That's good. However, I still would like to know when this started. Any other symptoms. If you've seen other people with similar problems. It should be important to ensure there isn't risk of a potential epidemic or others might be in danger of it spreading."
Mszczuj hold young girl in saddle before him, wrapimg his arms around her. "Hmm, your hair smell of fresh flowers and fruit Eva. Some kind of druids tricks Eva?" He tease her a little.
Allune enjoyed her stroll back home, giggling to herself as the butchers leered at her. It was probably because the archer had barely bought any meat from them, since she began actively hunting, and bringing home different sorts of meat. So much so that some villagers request her to hunt for a specific beast for them to eat. Well, Allune didn't mind much as she didn't affect their business that badly. And after thinking it would be an ordinary day, she could hear horses galloping, which was odd. Making her look at the direction the sounds were coming from, "Hey!" She yelled, as she took a step back. She did her best to keep herself from glaring at the riders, knowing if she did, the village could be put in danger. Allune takes a deep breath as they asked her, "Yes, I am she. Who's asking?" She replied in a polite tone, despite the frown on her face.
Rhaelicca contemplated her options. She hadn't really intended on seducing a Sister of The Church, but sometimes good fortunes come as a surprise. Still, it would be nice to a better temporary place to stay other than a Tavern. "Ah fuck it." she mutters to herself. "there'll be time later for that nonsense." She scooped her mug up to take one last drink to get any final drops out of it before setting it upside down on the table and making her way upstairs. Once she reaches the Third door on the right, she grips the door handle and enters into the room.
He thinks for a moment. "I dunno, a few months ago, maybe? Some other people get the same pains, but I'm pretty sure that that's just getting old. Wait, epi-, epi-... Like, the plague?" His expression becomes fearful.
The older man says "I'm Sir Darius of Zarashai. The young pup behind me is Lukas, also of Zarashai, but not a knight yet. I'm here as a favour to your father, the castellan of Trakai castle."
The priestess is inside, looking at the pagan with a hungry expression. "Ye going to live up to all that fancy talk, lass?"
She nestles against him and laughs a little. "If you call wearing flowers in your hair a druid trick." Her body feels warm against his.
Giving her best reassuring smile, she shakes her head. "Probably nothing to worry about then. Joint pains themselves aren't too much to be concerned over." There was the possibility of things getting worse, but from what she could tell everything seemed mostly fine. But this soldier was clearly the type to take to any idea implanted in his hand, so preventing him from jumping to conclusions just yet would be a bad thing. "Most likely it just comes from the stress of prolonged use of armor. If it's been more than a few months, it would have worsened by now if it was a disease. As it stands, there's nothing to be concerned about."
A knight? Allune thought to herself, yet those thoughts were interrupted as they mentioned her father. "Hah! Sorry, you got the wrong person then. I don't have a father, good day to you." She replied as she walked back to her home.
The young Lukas smiles at her. "We were told to go to the largest house in town. Are you saying that if we follow you home, we won't see you going to that house?" He leans down and offers her his hand. "Come, Allune. A beautiful girl of noble blood shouldn't get her feet dirty in the mud. She should ride atop a horse. Ride with me." Darius sneers at the younger man, tossing a purse of coins that hits him in the face. "Enough flirting, whelp. If you can't hold it in, go to a brothel. This is my friend's daughter, I won't have you harassing her." Lukas gives his uncle an angry look, letting the purse fall to the ground at Allune's feet, forgotten as the two nobles stare at each other.
