'Can you hold your breath that long? I thought you'd have to come up for air eventually, Felina kind of made things more complicated there,' Angelo said, 'That might work? I don't know... I can't think of much else. Maybe we should come clean? If we leave out the blowjob part it wouldn't be that bad.' He chuckled.
“Good evening.” Ophelia watched the inquisitor leave, then locked the door to her room, put the soul contract scroll away, and lied down on her bed to rest for a bit, not feeling like doing anything.
Arne nodded to Louise. "Unfortunately, Grita decided to spit on my offer and tried to escape." Arne informed bot of the women. "She has lost her head." He turned to Louise and slid his fingers into her snatch. "Vaclav here will continue with Ursula. Once he is done, he will use you to his heart's content. You will do everything to keep him satisfied - if you fail, I will be most displeased." The inquisitor informed former duchess as he squeezed her bob. "Understood?" He asked.
Mszczuj don't like idea to send just few men on risk mission, but that message was too important and Duke must get inform about what happen here. " Thank you for warming us. " He said to russian." Do you know another road? "
She nods. "Maybe. We can hold our breath longer than humans, for obvious reasons." She gives a short laugh. "I don't care if she knows, I was just trying to protect your cherubic reputation." She grins. "We can tell her if you want. No skin off my back."
Ophelia is left alone for a few hours, sleeping peacefully. When she wakes, it's morning. After recovering from her morning drowsiness, she hears the sounds of the castle portcullis opening. Heading to the window, she sees a carriage enter the courtyard, escorted by armed and armoured horsemen. At the head of the knights rides her father, clad in glistening plate, looking every bit the aged but powerful warlord.
Louise moans out. "Y-Yes, master, I'll make sure he's satisfied." Vaclav grins, walking forwards, before turning to Arne. "Thanks, boss. You're mighty generous tonight. Want someone taken out, or something?"
Kuril tells him of a few side roads and mule paths he's scouted in the area, but all are well within the forest to the west of Tarsovie. The two military men don't need to openly state the fact that those roads would make an ambush an easy affair.
@Auraicide Waking up from her snooze, Larisa hears the sound of shouting from the mouth of the cave, recognising her sister's voice.
Groggily from all the lack of rest with recent events, she has o pull herself up to go and investigate, dressing herself hurriedly in her academic clothes.
Olga stands at the mouth of the cave, face bright red, chest heaving as she hyperventilates, the bookish girl clearly exerted from having run into the woods. "L-Laris... Larisa, oof! T-There was... They know! This priest knows! H-He brought Ilya to a church! H-He, ugh..." She clutches at her chest, before sitting down on a rock, trying to recover her breath. "H-He said t-that he requested...the honour of meeting you."
"Breathe." Larisa was somewhat alarmed at the revelation. She hadn't been keeping a low profile that well, but this was sooner than she wanted to deal with the church. Bailing her brother out was pretty common practice for her, but this wasn't the same as replacing a vase he bumped over. This could actually be an issue. Building a reputation had been the plan, but it was clear the priest intended to threaten her in some way. Obviously, he expected either her to turn herself in to be killed by the church...or he would threaten to kill her. Best case scenario, he would be corrupt and be looking to have a witch carry out his dirty work....but...it wasn't a lost cause. First, he'd have to be able to prove that she's capable of magic. Anyone who has seen her do it is probably reluctant to share with the only major witness being two known criminals barely on the law's good side. This wasn't impossible to deal with. The priest presumably figured he had all the cards in his hand to leverage her....but she still had a good one of her own. Whatever her relationship with the Guardian was, she doubted that he'd just let someone take what he felt like was his. "Hold on a moment. Let me finish changing." Feeling Olga wouldn't be ready to meet the beast just yet, Larisa went back inside to give a run down of the situation as she got her clothes straightened out and gave a quick explanation of the idea. "If I'm missing for about two full days, then it's probably time to panic. Olga will be here for safety so they can't be getting all of us at once. I know you'll keep her safe...just don't do anything too crazy with her. I can rot away more than just faces."
Mszczuj give his orders to Dobron. "Alright, you will slow down in the road. Use main road and pray for safety. Ride carefull and quiet, for every strangers showing you will hide yourself. I don't have any better advise to you, so I just give you good luck and I will pray for your safety journey. "He said.
The beast chuckles and nods. "I suppose that you've brought me enough pleasure for her to be allowed to stick around for a while for free." Olga tries as best she can to calm down, inhaling and exhaling deeply, before her sister returns, fully changed. "He said that he and Ilya would be waiting at the Czyrsky Priory, along the Eastern road. He said that it was a little way past a town where you were at some brothel?"
“I have an idea where he means.” Not wanting to reveal to much, she just left it at that.”In the meantime, I want you to stay here with a friend of mine....try not to judge based on appearances. I wouldn’t steer you wrong.” She said some quick good byes to Olga, deciding it was best they got to know each other by themselves...probably wasn’t ideal in her mind, but wasn’t much time to do anything else, leaving her to search for this priest, trying to formulate a plan in her head while travelling.
As Allune waits outside the path, she sees the beautiful inquisitor from yesterday walking past. The woman nods her head with a smile. "Ah, Lady...Allune, was it? I noticed that you rode here with Sir Mszczuj. Will you be riding with us to Marienburg?"
Kuril looks at the squire as he leaves. "A friend of yours? " The Russian turns to Mszczuj. "I'm sorry I can't send some men to accompany him. My men are all drunk, and the garrison men got torn up in the encounter on the road." He sighs. "As a fellow leader of a warband, would it be alright if I asked you for advice?"
Mszczuj sigh. There was no better option for Dobron, and Mszczuj can't send away any more men. Polish leader turn back to Russian. "Sure, tell me what is your problem. I will try to help." He said and bite his mustache.
