Angelo squeezed Marguerite's hand and sighed, 'I wouldn't even know where to start looking.' He thought for a moment, 'She said something that people from a village used to visit the coven of succubi, maybe she sought shelter with them.
“It's gotten later than I realized.” Ophelia commented as she watched the sun slowly go down. She looked at herself as she thought about what to do for the rest of the day, and realized that she had gotten rather dirty and sweaty after the trip through the woods and the fight with the bandits. “I think I'll have a quick bath before dinner.” She decided. And after dinner... hopefully Felina will be available... She kept the thought to herself.
Mszczuj look at priest. "Yes father. I just want to pray for support in my task." He said and bend the knee before crucifix.
"A good idea. We'll head out tomorrow, then. She'll probably have shapeshifted, but she might reveal herself to you." The inquisitor cracks her neck. "For tonight, though, I'm headed to the castle. The mistress there has invited some inquisitors to eat and spend the night. You're welcome to accompany me if you like, though I understand if you'd rather stay here with your friends." She smiles. "That priest girl is a pretty one, so it's fine if you'd like to spend some more time with her."
"Probably a good idea. I'll report what just happened to our hostess." The trio walk to the gates of the castle, the guards recognising them and nodding them through. Felina approaches Ophelia as they make their way inside. "Your brother informs me you'd like a bath, mistress?" She smiles.
Allune quickly mounts her own steed as everyone did the same. Hiding the drought in her luggage, if she found it. She quickly rides along with them, while thinking 13 hunting arrows left. Using her enchanced eyesight, Allune looks toward the banners, try to recall if she knew who it belonged to. "Ah, no, I wasn't harmed." She said, as she takes a deep breath.
'A nice meal and proper bed does sound nice,' Angelo said, 'And a bath. Though... I feel like I've met enough nobles for a day.' 'Volenca?' Angelo raised an eyebrow, 'She's a real sweetheart, very pleasant to be around.' He chuckled, 'I didn't know I needed your permission to spend time with her. I'm not trying to get under her robes, if that's what you're saying.'
Mszczuj nod to him and fall in preys. After some time, candles burn at least for hour and he decided it is time to leave. He give to priest 50 grosz. "If I don't come back, please pray one mass for my soul." He said and leave church and walk to Inn and his room.
Ophelia smiled back as she nodded. “Yes, I'd like a quick bath before dinner, to clean myself after the day's events.” She replied as she looked the maid over. “How was your day, Felina? Did anything happen?”
"Good. Your safety is beyond important." Darius says nothing more. Allune sees a that the banner is emblazoned with the image of an armoured horseman, quickly realising that it's the banner of Lithuania, meaning that the party bearing it are sworn to the ruler of Lithuania. Soon, Allune sees a number of armoured horsemen trotting down the road. Darius rides up to them, informing them of the tatars in the forest. She manages to tuck away the drought without drawing attention, tucking the skin into her saddlebag. Lukas rides up beside her, speaking softly. "How did things go?"
"I will, my son." The priest smiles and makes a sign of the cross, before walking away. In his room, Mszczuj finds himself alone, Eva having gone to bed, and Boleslaw staying in Warsaw Castle.
"At once, my lady." Quickly, she fills a tub with prepared water, which is quickly heated by the brazier beneath. "My day? Actually, far busier than usual. There are some inquisitors visiting. They can be a little fussy and needy. Still, I suppose they're doing the Lord's work, right?"
"Rrr. What do you think?" Allune hissed, "I had to make up some lie about how I accepted your invitation, and your uncle thought I was some common whore." She growled at Lukas, "But... I got the drought. Not like we're going to need it now anyway." She sighed. Before looking at the armored knights, "So... are they part of your uncle's plan?"
Angelo smirked and stepped up closer to the Inquisitor, putting his arm around her waist and giving her a kiss on the lips. Strangely, she could feel a faint, pleasant tingle from the kiss Sarva had given him, 'Maybe I don't want to corrupt a devoted priestess? Or I like to stay faithful to you, Marguerite. Adultery is a sin, you know?'
He bows his head. "I am sorry. Still, you didn't seem entirely against the idea. We don't need the drought?" He looks up at the men. "Them? No, they're just here by coincidence. You want to try telling them about Darius' plan for you? It's not impossible that they might help."
Larisa has to let out a yawn as she goes to seek out Ilya and Olga to recount at least some of the story to. While they may not have the same kind of magical ability, Larisa thought it best they understand the situation and to keep a low profile unlike what she has been doing.
