“Inquisitors?” Ophelia raised an eyebrow. “Are they from Italian inquisition, by any chance? If so, they likely belong to the same group as the trio we met earlier today... Come to think of it, I never properly introduced myself to them... oh, well, too late to do anything about it now.” She shrugged and began taking off her clothes, preparing to enter the bathtub as soon as the water was ready. “Yes, they do the Lord's work... usually, anyway. I don't have any significant experience dealing with such people, but I've heard that some of them can be a bit... overzealous. Hopefully the ones visiting do not belong to that last group...”
Marguerite snorts. "Ha! Yes, because you and I haven't sinned at all over the past few months. Still, your loyalty is appreciated, if not necessary. She closes her eyes and smiles at the tingle. "Though perhaps you haven't been completely faithful, have you? Or are you going to tell me that the succubus forced herself on you?"
Mszczuj yawn with wide open mouth and get of his bed. "Yes, yes, sure just give me a moment." He take some water and wash his face from sleep. "Ah... Fresh and ready." He said and get dressed and take all his equipment with him. Mszczuj open the door. "Alright, I'm here."
Larisa's siblings listen to the story with mild interest. Olga nods "Don't worry, Larisa. We won't tell a soul."
Felina, now more comfortable with Ophelia, doesn't particularly hide the way she looks at the noblewoman's body, though she doesn't let her perving get in the way of doing her job professionally. The temperature is perfect, hot enough to relax Ophelia, without burning her. "I believe that they're from a few nations, m'lady. Two of them were talking about how servants of both popes were working together." She smiles. "They can certainly be zealous, lady, though they're as human as anyone else."
Angelo blushed, 'Well, in a way maybe. Sarva embraced me and gave me a kiss and I didn't push her away. But that's all we did.' He was a bit concerned that the idea of laying with a demoness didn't revolt him.
"Ugh... shut up, I'm trying to forget that it even happened." Allune shakes her head, before sighing, "Really? I guess that's good to hear. But... I guess that means they won't be escorting us then?" She said in a dejected tone. "Fine, let's just find a way to slip the drought in the wine."
Larisa not really having much more to do tonight, sat back in the nearest chair and slumped, her muscles relaxing as she looked at the two. "Anything eventful here to talk about? What's Miroslava like when I'm not there to see it?" Larisa surveyed more of the castle decor while adjusting her new amulet, grateful for how useful it came in the previous battle, though aware she had probably shown off too much of her powers lately. "As much as I love you two, I don't suppose either of you is going to have any genius ideas of how to convince people that I'm still on the "holy" side of things?"
Marguerite smirks. "How you've suffered for your faith. Alright, c'mon. Allez." She gets on her horse, leaning down to offer her hand.
"No, they're heading the opposite way. Once they've passed us, we probably won't see them again." He gestures to the horsemen, who are about to ride off.
"I thought as much." Allune sighed, "But, shouldn't we at least leave our wounded with them? Surely they have someone that can help him?" She said, pointing to the soldier with an arrow on his thigh.
Noticing the maid's look Ophelia took a deep breath, offering a great view of her now-exposed breasts. “Mmm, yes, that feels so nice... wonderful...” The noblewoman sighed in pleasure as she got in the hot water and relaxed. “Servants of both popes, you say? In that case they must be taking this issue very seriously. But yes, they are human – in the end we all are... I hope none of them have been causing you trouble? They must have been traveling for a while, without much contact with people outside their group, so a pretty girl like you must be quite tempting for them...” Her gaze focused on Felina's bust for a few moments before moving up to her face. “Very tempting, indeed...”
"There are a few inquisitors here, though we haven't seen much of them. Aunty Miroslava?" Ilya looks up. "She doesn't pay much attention to us. Unlike you, the new favourite." He grins "It's a little weird, I'm used to being the one getting all the attention, given that I'm legitimate." Olga smacks her brother's thigh for being rude, before responding to the question. "There's a chapel here. Maybe if you spend some more time then usual praying, they'll think that you're some zealot and leave you alone? We're Orthodix, though, so maybe that wouldn't help among Catholics." She thinks some more. "I'm not really sure. Maybe you could ask Aunt Miroslava for a catholic crusifix, and pretend to be one of them."
He blinks for a second. "Actually, that's a great idea, for him and us both." He rides up to Darius, and after a short but heated discussion, takes the wounded man to accompany the Duke's men. Lukas returns to her side. "Now it's just us and uncle, great thinking." As darkness descends upon the land, Darius calls a halt, setting up camp. Lukas holds out his hand. "Give me the drought, I'll put it in the wine."
Angelo took Marguerite's hand and got up on the horse, putting his arms around her waist, 'I ought to get my own horse some day. Not that this isn't pleasant.' He chuckled.
Felina smiles. "You flatter me, lady, but yes. Several did show me attention, but Lady Miroslava specified that I was not to make myself available to them, given that she's already giving them food and beds."
He feels her ass rubbing against him as they ride. "Take one of the spare mounts. Tell them Sister Marguerite says that you need one for your duties." The guards allow the pair inside, and they ride into the courtyard of Tarsovie. "Let's go present ourselves to her ladyship, and then you can get a snack or have a bath. Personally, I'm going to take a nap."
Allune nods as it was now just the three of them. Riding with them, until Darius called to set up camp. The busty blond helps around, trying to act as if everything was fine. Then, as Lukas asked fornthe drought, Allune hesitates for a moment. Before nodding again, reaching into her luggage. She brings out the skin containing the drought, handing it to Lukas.
“I see... that's good to hear, but still, be careful. Some people refuse to take 'no' for an answer, especially when drunk.” Ophelia commented as she began bathing herself slowly, washing away the dirt and sweat. “I suppose I will see some of them later, maybe during dinner, or maybe even earlier... has the lady got anything in particular planned for tonight?”
