Ignacia shrugs. "In the ground. I'm apparently a merchant's daughter, I guess. Mother died in childbirth, and father got stabbed on the road. Made it to the village when he bled out. The tavern whores took me in, I suppose as their collective daughter." She grins. "Father told them where to find my kin, but when they showed up at the door, they got rocks thrown at them." She seems mostly nonchalant.
An elderly woman minds the tavern. "Yes, sonny? How can I help?" She seems affable, though overwhelmed by the number of guests.
'We can try at least,' Angelo said, 'Tell me to stop if it hurts.' He laid his hand on the wound and tried to heal it with his magic, ready to recoil immediately if there were adverse effects.
"Not much." She shakes her head. "Most people were exhausted after the battle, or mourning folks from the village. A few managed to hide, but most were lost." She makes the sign of the cross. "Most went to bed like you did. Actually, if another force came after Tarsovie, they'd have found most of the garrison asleep. The only one who wasn't sleeping was your brother, ma'am. He took her ladyship to bed, and seemed to be going most of the night. I hope I'm not speaking out of turn."
Mszczuj leaning against the wall and look at old woman. "To tavern come a lot people and more are talking. Did you hear anything about knights order with black robes and red cross? Any of your guest telling something about them?"
The beast runs his hand through Larisa's hair. "Good girl. Now show me how you pay for your stay here."
"I see." Allune nodded as she drank from her mug, "That's sad to hear, but, at least you have people that looked after you." She said with a smile, "So, do you want to visit your kin yourself, or maybe pick up the family business?"
Marguerite cries out in pain. The healing is working, her wound closing, but it seems to be causing the demon immense agony.
"I don't really have anyway of proving who I am. Honestly, I'm not sure what I want to do. I'm hoping that maybe our little quest leads to some coin." She grins.
Angelo stopped half-way, 'Uhm, it's working to close the wound, but ... I don't want to hurt you. You know what it feels like now, do you want to continue until it's healed or should we find another way?'
"Hmm. Coin, huh? That librarian did say she'd buy books, or texts that the black knights have. Though, I doubted that this group would have it. But, after learning what that faceless thing was... I don't know." Allune sighed, the thought of facing a demigod still sent shivers down her spine. "Erm, anyway, if we do find their books, we can split the coin. Maybe you can even start your own business."
“Good thing the enemy did not have enough forces left for a counterattack.” Ophelia commented, then smirked at the mention of her brother. “I figured that might happen. He got stung by an imp in order to protect me. I healed the wound, but there was nothing I could do about the aphrodisiac. I hope the lady enjoyed herself as much as my brother... anyway, let me see what's for breakfast, before my stomach starts growling again...”
Mszczuj look at her more curios. "Battle? You mean, this villiage was attacked by this knights? When it happen?" He drink gulp of his tankard.
She inched closer towards him, giving a look up towards him, but mostly obscured by the sight of the towering cock in front of her. Lowering her head and taking his cock gently between her lips, Larisa's fingers found their way to her own nipple to give them a slight squeeze, self inflicting the pain that would bring her pleasure. Soft and warm in her mouth, allowing it to stand still for a moment, tasting him, and something else too, me I think - he tastes of me from the night before. Feeling him grow harder, and his grip on the back of her head get more intense, she was pushed down to take it deeper down her throat, With the bulky cockhead spreading out the back of her throat, she chokes a little and pulls back a slight bit, then catches her breath to go back to pleasuring his cock.
"Perhaps. I don't think she was too loaded. Maybe, I dunno." She takes another drink, changing the subject. "That gambeson looks good on you. You said your father gave it to you?"
Ophelia sees an assortment of cheese, bacon, egg and sausage, as well as honeycomb and wine. Felina grins. "From the sounds the lady made, I'd wager she was probably not unenthusiastic."
"Oh, good lord no! Not our village." She crosses herself. "On the border with Poland, a few weeks ago. The knights attempted to lay siege to a castle, but were defeated."
