"Oh, those two." The woman scoffs. "They're irritating as hell. They harass any woman that they deem attractive enough, and the bailiff does nothing because the sister is sleeping with him." She polishes a glass, giving a distasteful look outside. "Plus, they've started a feud with the other brothel here. Their men keep having skirmishes in the street, late at night. It's becoming impossible to get a wink of sleep. I've got a ruckus here during the day," she gestures to the arguing people, where the tenuous alliance of the priests has collapsed, and now one argues that women are inherently evil, while the other calls him an idiot, "and now these brothel idiots are fighting all night."
Allune's arrow digs into the boar's flesh, but it keeps coming, altering its course to charge at the busty blonde. He sees the knight approaching, spear in hand, rushing after the boar.
With no suitable weapons, Angelo could do little but rush after the boar too. He tried to get the beasts attention again for the knight to get the kill, but getting hit by an arrow was probably a greater incentive to hunt the blonde rider.
"Think nothing of it, madam." He bows his head, before walking off to assemble the men. As the party departs, a carriage enters through the portcullis, and Miroslava steps down on it, looking utterly radiant in a fine crimson dress. She smiles brightly at Ophelia, walking to her across the cobblestones. "Ah, my dear. I see that you're holding down the fort. I daresay you'd make a fine ruler, yourself."
Mszczuj go with Marguerite to his chamber and knock loud in door. "Hey Eva. I hope you don't sleep, we have important mater to you." He said entering, without waiting for answer.
Eva sits in her room, grinding some herb with a mortar and pestle, before looking up inquisitively at the newcomers. She looks from Mszczuj to Marguerite, and back again. "Afternoon. Need something?"
"Sounds like quite the nuisance. Do these two have names?" She wasn't really looking to deal with them right now to begin with, but it became apparent they would become a bigger problem if left alone. "Who knows. Maybe it will all work itself out." She gave a non committal response outwardly, though internally resolved to deal with this sooner or later...perhaps a bit childish, but she didn't feel like just concluding the situation as she was now. First thing's first was to find a place where she could change back to her dark caster appearance. Illusion magic could probably help speed that along once she found somewhere private to peel off.
“Welcome back, you look amazing,” Ophelia smiled back at the lady of the castle “Too bad Benacio is not here right now – I'm sure he'd be happy to see you.” She then turned serious. “Speaking of, I should let you know. I received a letter from my father. He will be coming here soon, and he will bring Adriana, one of my sisters, along. I'm afraid the letter was rather light on details, so I don't know when they will arrive or how many men are accompanying them. I already let the servants and guards know so that they can be ready for when father arrives. Unfortunately, Benacio has decided to go and meet them on the road, despite not knowing when they will arrive. Kuril, along with a few of the castle's guards, went after him to make sure my brother won't get himself in trouble.” The noblewoman quickly summarized things. “Anyway, how are you feeling? Everything alright? Nothing bad happened to you while you were away, I hope?”
Mszczuj point at Inquisitor. "Too be short, to our mission will join another team of Inquisitors, leaded by men who isn't too friendly too pagans. For your safety I ask you to change your outfit for more 'Christian', servant or nun. Marguerite will explained you that better."
"They call themselves the Zelenskys. I dunno, I hope that they just go away." She shrugs. "Oh, you just want to change? Sure, head up the stairs, third door on the right. That room's empty. Promise to buy a drink when you come back down, and you can use it."
She smiles at the compliment. "As do you, my dear." The noblewoman grits her teeth. "He went alone. I see..." Miroslava gives an irritated look. "Well, there's little we can do about him. I'm sure Kuril will find him soon, safe and sound. Me? oh, I feel divine. Come." Miroslava leads Ophelia inside, to her office. "Has your brother given you the news, yet?"
"I see." The pagan gives an irritated look. Marguerite smiles. "We have a few nun's habits that you could use." Eva nods her head. "Thank you." She looks at Mszczuj. "Do you see what I mean when I talk about Christians?"
“I'm afraid I haven't talked much with Benacio recently,” Ophelia admits even as she gets an idea what Miroslava might be talking about “What news was he supposed to tell me?”
Mszczuj point at himself, getting irritated too. "That Christian don't let anybody harm you. You can't judge us all for action of few. Or I should remind you about pagans sacrifices of humans? For me, not big difference." He offered Marguerite sit on the chair. "Look, we just have to love somehow with ourself or it will be never ended war."
Heading up the room, Larisa had gotten more used to getting dressed up. She kind of hoped to let her more ominous nature die down for a little bit, but it seemed inevitable to fall into it. Still, she had to debate the wisdom in letting too many people see her. Most were busy talking over each other, so they didn't pay her any mind and as she got changed back into her appearance of the dark witch, she didn't look too obviously like the same person at a glance, but it was still not much of a disguise though letting her hair down would throw people off at least a bit. When she came back down, she was quick to place a few coins on the counter, but left without taking anything as a drink either, heading out the door on her new objective to deal with these idiots, remembering where the building was they stood outside of, wondering if they'd still be there or gone for the time being.
Allune sighed as the boar didn't go down, grabbing one of her armor piercing arrows. She nocks in and aims right on the beast's head, thinking it'd go down once its brain was pierced. The busty blond fires once she had her mark.
She gives a triumphant smile. "I'm with child. Your brother's child!" She gives a small laugh. "Of curse, he'll do the right thing, which means we shall be married, soon."
Eva nods. "Very well. I need to go find some herbs. I'll see you later. Oh, and thank you, Marguerite." She smiles at the inquisitor before leaving the room. Marguerite leans back on her seat. "Well, that was odd."
She finds the two siblings approaching a young blonde, before they divert their attention to Larisa, seeing a more attractive target.
