Allune was impressed at the unusual arrowheads, she straps the quiver on her horse's saddle in case she needed to shoot more knights. A thought which made her shudder. The pockets the coins as well, just in case they needed to buy supplies. Allune then counts her arrows, 10 more left from her usual quiver, 12 after she cleans the two she used on the deer. While 20 remained without arrowheads. She then prepares the deer for their dinner.
Angelo returned the hug, 'The feeling is mutual. Good night. I'll see you in the morning.' The monk smiled and let Volenca enter her tent.
She finds 400 coins between the two of them, before starting on the deer. Soon, the smell of the roasting meat is in the air, as Darius sets the men at arms to act as sentries, one wearing a brigandine looted from a corpse. The middle aged knight approaches Allune, handing her a skin of wine. "You did well today, girl. You did very well."
Angelo brought the bowls and spoons back to the centre of camp to clean them and then returned to Sister Marguerite's tent. He smiled at the Inquisitor, 'It's getting late. Is there anything you need me to do before I head to bed?'
Allune focused on roasting the deer, trying to take her mind away from the battle earlier. She tried recalling the lessons her mother gave her for roasting meat, not that she listened very well, and she doubted that they had sufficient herbs and spices. Then as a middle aged knight approached, Allune jolted. "Ah, thank you." She replied as she takes the skin, taking a sip before returning it.
“I see... I'll have to think about where I want to go...” Ophelia nodded and made a mental note of the locations the maid had listed. “Thank you, Felina,” she added as, with the maid's help, she finished putting on her dress. The young noblewoman looked herself in a mirror and made sure she looked presentable. “How do I look?” She asked, wanting a second opinion. (Phew, finally caught up.)
The inquisitor smirks. "I can think of a few things, monk. Firstly, I require help getting out of my clothes."
He's silent for a while, looking into the flames, before saying. "When you have your first kill...strange things might happen. Strange dreams. Don't worry about them, they're normal, just the gods' way of making sure we don't get too eager to kill." He looks in her eyes. "I do apologise for putting you in that situation."
'As you wish, Ser Marguerite,' Angelo chuckled and went behind her to undo all the fastensings on her armour again. He neatly laid the armour to the side after removing it.
Down to her underwear, Marguerite gives him a sultry look. "Now, I think I'll need your help removing your clothes as well."
“Thank you, Felina,” This took longer than thought – hopefully I'm not late... Satisfied with her appearance, Ophelia turned towards the maid. “I'm not yet familiar with the castle's interior, so I'll need you to show me the way, please. It wouldn't do to get lost the very first day I'm here.” She joked and smiled, then followed after Felina, using this opportunity to discreetly check out the maid's ass from behind. (I tried to find a suitable picture, but could not find one I was satisfied with. Possibly something similar to this dress, but in darker colors, like dark blue, purple, or black, and showing a bit more cleavage.) Spoiler
"Thank you... and don't worry. I'm... fine. I know I need to... kill others. Especially since people like those black knight exist." Allune replied, watching over the deer roast once more. She takes a deep breath, "I admit, I was shocked. But I wasn't raised to be a lady. I'll be able to handle it."
Angelo roamed his eyes over Marguerite's lush curves from head to toe, 'I don't think I'll ever tire of this view.' He helped her remove his robe, both standing in their underwear. The monk stepped closer to her and touched the medallion on her neck, 'I like this, it's beautiful. Does it have some meaning or is it just for fashion?'
Felina leads the way downstairs into the dining room, the sway of her ass highly visible in her tight dress, as she pulls open the oaken door to allow Ophelia inside. She sees the Russian siblings at the table with Benacio there as well, deep in conversation with the eldest, Larisa. Olga beams upon seeing her. @Auraicide Larisa sees Ophelia, Benacio's brother enter the room.
"Supposedly it protects against curses. It was a friend's." Her hand reaches into his brais to take hold of his cock. "So, ready for your reward, hero?"
"Okay." He nods, evidently deciding that nothing more needs to be said. After several minutes of silence, Lukas pipes up, beginning to cut the meat. "So, what got you into archery? You wouldn't have needed to do it, given that your father was supporting you and your mother. How'd you start with the bow?"
Mszczuj pushing her up and down. "Ahh, and your pussy isn't bad too. So hot and warm in that water." He kiss her in the neck.
