Mszczuj smile and pull his mustache down. "Yes Sir, ready for killing some demons. Did inquisition arrive?"
'Alright, I'll probably take a bath, didn't get many chances for that on the road,' Angelo said, as he hopped off the horse and let Marguerite dismount too, 'After you, Sister.'
Lukas moves away, heading for the wine, as Darius approaches, kissing her cheek affectionately. "You sure you're alright, girl? You've been through much, these past few days." Past the older man's head, she sees Lukas opening the wine skin, and the skin of sleeping drought.
Felina aids her, massaging her back, and rubbing a fiber sponge across to help the lady bathe. "Don't worry, m'lady. I've been well instructed on how to deal with unwanted attention. As for the lady's plans, I don't think that there's anything special. I don't think she likes the Inquisition very much." The maid moves the sponge across Ophelia's breasts.
"Apparently they're ahead of us, already in the region." He leads the Mszczuj and the rest of the group to the inn courtyard, where the horses await.
"Ahh!" Allune let out a surprised moan, as Darius suddenly kissed her. She smiles at him nervously, "Ah... yes, I'm fine. Really... I just... haven't been away from home in a long time." She sighed, as she discreetly peeked at Lukas spiking the wine.
Marguerite hands the reins to the stablemaster, and enters inside the small castle. In a study, a stunning blonde awaits. Marguerite introduces herself and Angelo. The lady's eyes take in both Marguerite and Angelo, smirking at him briefly, before speaking. "I am Lady Miroslava of Tarsovie. You are welcome here. The rest of your compatriots are here already. Due to a shortage of space, I'm afraid that we don't have rooms enough for both masters and servants, so you may either room together, or sleep in the stables, young man." She nods to Angelo.
Taking her sister's advice, Larisa gives a nod and clutches the palm of her hand, reopening it a second later to reveal a simple silver chain with a cross attached. Nothing spectacular in design, but Larisa draped illusory necklace around her while adjusting the amulet to be obscured underneath her robes, leaving the cross out visible. Hearing their comments, the scholar debated how to respond. "Miroslava likes you both from what I understand...it's just more complicated with me." For a few reasons. Her siblings seemed to have at least been adapting to things well, though she gave a rather incredulous look to the both of them. "From the way it looks, there won't be much of an option for any of us not to get involved in the future. When it comes to magic, I might not be much of a teacher, but we need to train you two up somehow." She took a look to Ilya who might have fumbled at most things, but more due to him trying too hard than a lack of talent. When handed a spear, he becomes scarily competent. "It wouldn't hurt to pay a visit to the armory." Taking a look to Olga, Larisa was mostly silent. Her sister had the special ability to be nice to everyone. That took some doing. But as far as combat or magic came, there wasn't much to work with, from what she had seen before."We'll also need to think of someway for you to keep yourself safe."
“Mmm, that feels nice...” Ophelia relaxed and let the maid bathe her, quite enjoying the attention her breasts were getting. “Well, if the lady does not have anything in particular planned, then that means you won't be busy after dinner, correct?”
He kisses her again, this time on the lips, as Lukas pours the liquid into the wine. "What do you say I put the boy on watch, and the two of us retire to my tent?"
'Dominus vobiscum, Lady Miroslava,' Angelo smiled at the blonde lady, 'It is an honour to meet you and thank you for your hospitality. We should be fine sharing a room.'
Mszczuj take reins of Śmiałek and give him apple. "I hope that you behave my horse." He pet mane of horse and get on his back. "Alright, so let's go, I don't like making others waiting for me."
Ilya nods. "I don't really see our sister using a spear or bow, but perhaps I could teach her how to use a dagger properly, at least until you've taught her useful about magic." Olga nods. "Yes, though it's not so much that you're a bad teacher. We're just not very good students." She smiles.
Encouraged, Felina keeps at it, massaging Ophelia's heavy tits. "As a matter of fact, no, my lady. I'm entirely free after dinner."
Miroslava's voice is cold, but she smiles back to Angelo. "Indeed, though I wasn't aware that servants made decisions for their masters, in the Inquisition." Marguerite shakes her head. "Brother Angelo isn't a servant, per se. Simply a helper of sorts. Good evening, madam." She turns and leaves.
The horse neighs appreciatively, following behind Boleslaw and the bannerman. The knight looks back. "We're flying the Duke's banner as well as my own. You can hold the Duke's, if you'd like. It's an honour, but it's also heavy to hold after a while. Up to you."
'My apologies, I spoke out of turn,' Angelo said, 'If there is nothing else to discuss, I will bid you good evening and look to find a bath.'
“Wonderful! Then, unless something important happens, I'd like you to keep me company in my room after dinner.” Ophelia turned to look at Felina and smiled at her, then let out a quiet moan of pleasure as she felt herself starting to get aroused due to the maid's massaging of her breasts. “As nice as this feels I should probably finish bathing – other people might want to use the bath, and I don't want them to get a free show...” She licked her lips while looking at the maid.
Mszczuj realy don't want do this, holding all way banner isn't something on his wish list. But on other hand, such small steps moving him closer to his own field. " I will take Duke banner. " He said and take wooden stick with banner. It wasn't too heavy, It look like someone ewen made place on hand, so it won't get and hurt in skin.
Thinking on it for a moment, Larisa had to wonder. "I wouldn't say that. Maybe you just don't share the same kind of affinity for the kind of magic I use." Olga probably at least had a solid understanding of magical theory in the back of her mind, but just seemed to lack an actual ability to use the same kind of spells Larisa did. Ilya ad been studying for about the same amount of time and every once and while could make a shockingly a potent spell with the dark arts, though more often than not, it usually would end with him falling flat on his face. She was sure the inate talent was in the blood, but Olga's just didn't seem to function the same way. "Hmm..what if we tried something different with you? I don't have much skill involving the other schools, but I wonder if you might excel somewhere else. Though, I don't know where you could learn any of that. I understand the other schools, on paper, at least. I never really learned how to do much outside of my own powers however....I'm going to guess, you probably love the catholics about as much as I do and aren't too crazy about learning from them. And I definitely have a hard time picturing you being willing to set anyone on fire. That leaves...the Tengri way." Larisa had to swallow for a minute. While technically more acceptable than the Wiccan's dark school, it was the kind of powers made use of by the Golden Horde which from the perspective of the Russians, was essentially their equivalent of resorting to necromancy or demonic powers. Larisa didn't see magic as an inherent source of good or evil, perhaps, but this was still suggesting basically relying on the powers used by what was still their greatest enemy.
