"You do? You're joining the group headed up north?" He looks at her. "The whole castle's talking about it. Do you want Olga and I to tag along?" Tarsovie is sighted in the distance, as they walk past the trading town.
As Arne looks upon her, he's struck by how much Filipa's daughter looks like her mother. They'd always had a strong resemblance, but now, many years after he last saw her, she looks almost exactly like the woman he'd helped to torture and burn. Picking flowers, the young wife looks up, seeing the inquisitor. Her mouth drops, and she takes off at a sprint, careening into Arne and wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug. "Uncle Arne!" She looks so deliciously innocent to the inquisitor, an appearance that's totally at odds with what she'd helped him do all those years ago...
Larisa debated. They didn’t know the reason for her going. She could trust them, but secrets slipped out easily intentionally or not. Though that might be safer if she could keep track of them. “I still need to sell them on taking me along. It would be better to have you two where I can see you. I’d want you there, though I shouldn’t attempt to invite just anybody along with me, before they’re sold on myself. Though a group might make it easier to convince them it’s a good idea. I’m sure Olga won’t want to be left behind in that case.”
"True. On the one hand, I'd like to keep Olga here, to keep her safe, but on the other, I'd worry if we were seperated. Probably best for all three of us to stick together."
"Oh, shut up." She punches his arm playfully, before looking at him with a serious expression. "Mszczuj... I've been thinking... What exactly are your plans about us? If we're just having sex, that's one thing, but if it's more... We joke about converting, but it's never going to happen, you know that, right? I don't want to lead you on with false hopes."
“I think so. Not many people are harsh enough to say no to Olga’s face even if they know she won’t help much. You can at least fight. I might be helpful since I don’t imagine they have that many scholars compared to fighters. We’ll need to convince them of our use.” Summarizing her thoughts, she walked with Ilya to leave the monastery, keeping an eye open for anyone who wanted to stop to talk to her before they left. If not, she felt it better to get a move on sooner than later.
Arne smiled as he hugged the woman. "Been a long time." He said as he made his way to one of the seats. "Please, drop the act - you know I never liked it." He said as he sat down. "So, how does my little investment doing - heard you found yourself a rich husband..."
Leaving, they head out to go and return to the forest area to collect Olga on their way back, and then move out to meet up with this group as soon as they were able.
"No, you always preferred it when I called you daddy and master, if I remember correctly, but I always loved to call you uncle Arne. She sits beside him. "Yes, a rich husband, and more importantly an obedient one. As long as he thinks that I'm as hopelessly romantic as he is, he'll do whatever I ask him. As if on cue, a handsome young man walks down the side of the courtyard, and the two share an adoring smile. "Who's that, darling?" The husband calls out. "A friend, I'll introduce you later." She responds. When he goes out of sight, she chuckles. "To think that all the girls were jealous of me for marrying that little pretty boy. Still, he's done his job, introducing me to the Prince-Elector." She sighs. "I'm actually having a bit of a problem, there. Did you ever meet my aunt? It turns out that she has the same plan as I do. She's older, which gives me an advantage, but she's also richer, and she doesn't have a husband to get rid of. If I don't stop her, she'll marry the Prince-Elector before I can." She pouts. "Would you mind helping out your little investment, daddy?"
"Err... but aren't you bathing with a woman right now?" Allune replied while tilting her head. "A-anyway, if you don't mind... then I guess I should take a bath as well." She said in a flustered tone, the busty blond removes her tight gambeson, and pants. Making sure her sexy lingerie was removed with it, to prevent the others from seeing them. She then hops inside the tub, and begins scrubbing herself clean.
Mszczuj look at her seriosly. " I want to stay by your side as long as I could. I'm not going to give up you and your faith. I'm patience, ewen if I have wait seventy seven years. "
In the courtyard, she sees soldiers preparing for the trip. Kuril, her father's man inspects his own men as one is lashed, walking up to the trio and nodding. "Ladies, my lord."
'No, no, I think you misunderstand,' Angelo chuckled, 'I don't have a problem with it. It's just that most people would think a monk shouldn't be doing this.' Angelo tried not to look, but Allune's voluptuous body was too enticing not to catch a glimpse of. He glanced at her nakedness for a moment before she got in the tub.
Recognizing him, Larisa is more comfortable and visibly relaxes. At least somebody would be around who wasn't a risk at finding anything out they shouldn't. "Kuril. You're men seem to be doing quite well. As do you. That's a relief. It will be much better if you're coming along."
"Mmmh." Allune let out a relaxed moan as she submerges under the hot water. "I see, that's understandable. But I don't really know much about monks to begin with, so I wouldn't have minded. Unless you did anyway." She replied with a shrug, not realizing she was being oogled.
'Well, what is done is done, let's just relax,' Angelo chuckled, before he looked to Marguerite, 'Are you going to join us too or just keep standing there?'
He nods. "If you're heading north, then so are we. I'm glad we inspire confidence in you." He smiles.
