Larisa was at least somewhat happy to see that she wasn't too far removed from home with the inner decor. She made quick polite thanks yous, to the Castellan and did as asked to start removing her clothes and get herself cleaned up. She truly was thankful for the opportunity. She hadn't had a proper chance during the whole travel to actually bathe, so she was going to enjoy it. And in a luxurious one too. The rest of the group seemed equally as inclined to appreciate it. In the bath, Larisa was left debating tons of things. Like what the introduction would be like. She was going to find at least some work while she was here. Black magic aside, she was a good teacher in basic subjects. There had to be somewhere that she could be useful. However, most of the area aside from her aunt didn't seem to wealthy. Peasants couldn't exactly afford proper education. She was inclined to offer it anyway just as something for her to do if it came to that, but a place where she could actually make money from it would be ideal. She didn't know what to expect of her aunt, but Larisa was certain that staying with anybody and not doing anything was sure to get on their nerves. Sitting back in the bath, letting her arms rest on the sides of the tub, she tried to think about what to do next during the bath period.
Allune spared no details on their fight with the creature, aside from the gory ones, lest it affect their appetite. Though she's mad at Lukas, she replied politely. Accepting his target shooting once they arrived at their destination.
The temperature is perfect, so hot that it's nearly scalding her, but just shy of the line between pleasurable and painful, relaxing her tired muscles. As a pretty young maid enters to ask if anyone wants assistance, or perhaps something to eat and drink, Larisa notes that both Olga and Ilya are eyeing her up.
The meal tastes excellent, Allune's expert shooting leaving the meat undamaged, and her mother's skilled cooking making it a fine meal. Soon, everyone's plates are empty. Matthias stands, thanking the hostess for the meal, and turning to leave.
Larisa declines so she can relax privately and finish up in the bath first, unsure if one of them is going to take the girl up on the offer, but Larisa getting out to change first, determining it was better she didn't take too long to keep her aunt waiting, silently trying to remember if her father ever actually so much as mentioned her name, redressing herself and tying her hair back into a fussy ponytail as she eyed one of the full body mirrors to make sure she kept herself dressed. She'd have time to get to know the staff later anyway. There was no sense in being difficult with them before it has even been a full day.
Before she leaves, Ilya and Olga both indicate they want the maid to approach, while Kuril merely says that he wants wine. After she dresses, the Castellan leads Larisa up some stairs. As he opens a heavy oaken door, Larisa remembers her aunt's name: Miroslava. Through the door is a private study with several bookcases and a desk. Behind the desk sits a coldly beautiful blonde in her late thirties, with a calculating look and a broad smile that fails to reach her eyes. "Ah! My dear niece! Welcome to Tarsovie castle." Miroslava has a slight Polish accent from her many years in the country, but her Russian is still perfect. "I'm guessing that you're the bas- eldest?" She corrects herself quickly, not looking apologetic for the mistake, though also not seeming to have intentionally been trying to cause offence. "Your siblings are still in the bath? What a sweet girl you are, to cut your bath short to see your aunt."
Allune stood with Matthias, complimenting her mother for the meal. Then walking out with her friend. "Bye. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?" She said with a smile as they walk out of the door.
"Janina and I will come see you before you leave." As she turns to go back in, Matthias says "Allune." As she turns to face him, he leans in and plants a kiss on her lips.
"Mm. I'll wait for you two then." Allune nodded, before tilting her head as he said her name. "Ye-mmh!?" She was taken by surprise as he kissed her, but she makes no moves to get away.
Matthias slips a hand around her waist, deepening the kiss, before he pulls away. Looking in her eyes, he says"So, um, I like you."
"Y-yeah, I figured..." Allune replied shyly, "R-right... uhm..." She was at a loss for words, "I don't know when I'll return. But... do... do you want to come to my room?"
Rhaelicca tries to follow the conversation the best that she can, but not knowing the language, she only picks up a few broken pieces of it. At least she's pretty sure that the group doesn't mean any harm. After wiping her blade down, she sheathes it on her belt, she rather clumsily joins the conversation in English with her heavy Scottish accent, "The help be appreciated, but I'm traveling to find some work and Morwenna is on business." It crosses her mind that she hadn't heard her name be mentioned yet, so she awkwardly tacks that on at the end. "Me name's Rhaelicca"
Angelo rose from the bed, stretched and went to pick up his underwear, 'Good morning, Marguerite, you're up early. Do you need help with the fastenings again?'
Mszczuj tried his best to understand what she said to him. He managed to few times meet merchants from Scotland so he know something about their language. "If you looking for work, I would suggest you to check in Warsaw. I'm sure someone with your talent will find job as guard or something like that." He said and pull rope around bandit neck, to tied end of leash to his sadle. "My name is Mszczuj from Ogrodzieniec, by the way. I serve under comand of sir Bolesław."
The road ahead is long and boring, several weeks of travel ahead of them. Soon enough, they find themselves a few days away from Wilno. Reading the map, Ophelia determines that the first of her father's holdings in the region is a small castle called Tarsovie, owned by a Russian widow sworn to previous lord of Wilno, and now to Ophelia and Benacio's father.
Morwenna translates the words of the two, as the aforementioned Lord Boleslaw rides up to them, the surviving bandit tied up behind his horse. "Ladies," he bows his head respectfully, "I lead a party of thirty or so men. Would you care to travel with us?"
Rhaelicca shrugs. "As long as we're headed in the same direction, then I don't see why not." (and now it's off to work)
"That would be helpful, yes."She turn around so she's facing away from him, and he can see the shape of her ass through the tight hose she's wearing. She steps into chausses, mail armour that goes over the leg like a woman's stockings, pulling them up and lacing them at the front. "Could you lace those up at the back, and then do the same with my breastplate?"
Morwenna says that they're headed to Warsaw, and the knight replies that his group are going the same way. @Regin34 Boleslaw looks at Mszczuj. "You shot the priest, so you're beholden to her." He looks a bit grumpy. "While the ladies are in my care, see to their needs." He helps his squire up onto his horse, and the two ride back to the main column.
