Hearing Kuril's laughter, it leaves Larisa to approach in the direction of him. She has to assume that he understood what had just happened, though he chose to remain quiet about it. Seeing him mostly alone, she moved to stand next to him and watch the other soldier go to the other men, observing them with a certain curiosity. "If he feels like it's helping, there's no reason to take it away from him, is there? You already know that I didn't do anything. All I did was let him solve his own problems. He believes he's feeling fine. Therefore is. I don't see the harm in that."
"S'long as you don't mind things gittin a bit wild." The good thing about Rhaelicca's casual attire is that it's easy to take off. Undoing a couple of straps is all it takes for the leather covering her upper body to slump to the floor and expose her small tits to the priestess. With a grin, the pagan presses herself against the catholic priestess and kisses her on the lips eagerly. Her tongue already begins jutting into the girl's mouth as she tumbles them both onto the bed. Since Morwenna's garb leaves basically everything to the imagination, Rhaelicca uses the opportunity to grope and press. Her hands glide across the girl's ass and chest as the lusty pagan tries to work out the proportions of her body. (and with that, it's my turn to pass out)
"No, there's no harm in it. I just thought it was funny. They think that you're the witch, and suddenly they're coming to you for joint pain remedies. It's funny how they're terrified of something, until it becomes useful to them."
Morwenna groans and kisses back hungrily. Rhaelicca feels that the catholic has a similar body shape to her own, though softer and curvier, as she isn't battle trained. (night)
Mszczuj chuckled and hug her as they ride back to Warszawa. His hand touching her belly, through her druid robes. "It is always good to have someone like you in the group. It make men remeber what he fighting for." He wisperd to her ear.
"Tsk." Allune clicked her tongue, but ignores the offered hand. "I already told you, I'm no noble. And I don't have a father." She replied once more as she picks up the bag of coins, she opens it and lets a couple fall on her palm, before closing it again. She hands the purse to them, as she heads for the beggar they almost ran over. "Here you go, an apology from those knights over there." She said as she hands him the coins.
“I can understand their thoughts at least a little. When you’re told to think one way, it’s only natural unless you can actually see proof for yourself. I don’t doubt there are actual witches out there who only want to make people suffer. This is their first experience that isn’t always the case. Having them become more open to the idea that it can be used for good purposes is the best situation that can be hoped for. That doesn’t mean I should openly admit the practice to just anyone....and if I really wanted to, my spells could most certainly be used for evil. Even if I won’t, not everyone is going to know that. But I won’t complain about changing a few minds. The whole reason I wanted to take the role of a professor was to expand Ilya and Olga’s mind..but then other people wanted me to do the same to their sons and daughters. Then to those students, I became the woman who knows everything. If that’s how they want to look at it, I may as well teach them my way of looking at things so they can do it too.” The full explanation of how she saw her role in things was something she looked a little proud of while annoyed. But when looking at the soldiers, she was entirely proud. “But education doesn’t stop with age. If they learn a new way of things, then it’s far from the worst crime in the world.”
"And what are you fighting for? Druids?" She leans against him, as he is able to feel the contours and curves of her body through her robe.
"Thank you, b-but, I can't." The beggar is clearly fearful of taking the money in the sight of the nobles. "Stubborn, hey? Just like your father." Darius smiles sadly. "Very well. We'll be at your mother's. She'll confirm it for us." Darius gets back on his horse, and the riders take the road down in the direction of Allune's home.
Mszczuj caress her backside, as Śmiałek ride on the road. "Not druids, for friends, beatyfull woman and ransom for prisoners." He wisperd to her, enjoying warm of her body and nice feeling of curves.
He turn around to see sir Bolesław men leading their prisoners, and he thought ransom will be modest. They didn't look like someone important, but maybe he is wrong? "So, Eva do you have any plans for today night? Maybe I will make a try to show you true faith in one God?" He massage her shoulders.
“Everyone has the potential for evil. It’s a question of whether or not you should. The churches would tell you that the magic we use is curses and charms and that would be true. But that’s not the whole truth. While there’s no universal line of agreement, a number of us believe in the idea of the threefold law. At the risk of over simplifying it, anything you put out in the universe, for better or worse, in way or another, ultimately comes back to you. Some eastern cultures refer to it as karma and even Christianity still holds the belief you will be punished for all your misdeeds eventually. There’s no set principles in our ways saying we must obey a certain set of rules to be a good person, but it’s my belief, that even with a lack of rules, we don’t need to be bad ones either.”
Mszczuj smile to her and pull his mustache. "Maybe odd, but to spread words of Gods, we have to use way, what my listener will understand and will be intrested in. Doing that with swords wasn't effective as you know." He tickling her belly.
"Don't worry about it, they won't mind losing a few coins. Specially when they were ready to spend those in a brothel." Allune smiles at Arve, before sighing as said knights headed for her home. "Ah, damn..." She then takes a deep breath, and heads home as well. She was carrying their groceries after all.
Kuril blinks a few times. "That's a bit high brow for me, but I understand your point. I think. You're saying that we're rewarded for our good deeds and punished for our bad deeds. Fair, I'm familiar with the concept, if not that particular word." He makes eye contact. "I don't know, you just seem like a nice person, someone who isn't all that tempted to do the wrong thing. Maybe I'm misjudging you because you're beautiful, but I don't think that I am."
"So, you failed to convert us with swords of metal, so now you'll try to do it with a sword made of meat?" She smirks. "That's utterly ridiculous."
After a little while, Arve nods, taking the coins, and sharing them with other beggars so she doesn't get murdered for her coins. At Allune's impressive home, she finds, as promised, the horses of Sir Darius and his men outside, the humans obviously having been invited in, or having forced their way in.
