Marguerite nods. "Quite alright. I'll see you soon, then." She changes into a finer robe than her travel garment, and heads out.
Ophelia raised an eyebrow. “What, he turned you down? His willpower must be quite formidable, to say 'no' to a beauty like you...” She gave Felina another smirk. “I admit, I was just guessing what might have happened. Turns out I wasn't that far off...” As she chatted with the maid Ophelia finished putting her dress on and checked herself in the mirror to make sure she looked presentable. “Alright, let's see what the lady has prepared for tonight... I look forward to eating some dessert afterwards...” The noblewoman licked her lips as she openly ogled the maid, but resisted the temptation to grope her.
With no real experience in scouting, Allune follows Lukas' lead. Riding into the woods, while nocking one of her armor piercing arrows just in case.
'I hope you enjoy the dinner, until later,' Angelo said before Marguerite left. The young monk looked around the room, maybe there was something to read here.
"You flatter, lady, but I confess that I look forwards to serving you that dessert." She leads Ophelia into the dining room, where a handful of Inquisitors are seated. All give her a nod expected by codes of etiquette, though three look closer at her. Two male twins in their mid thirties, reasonably attractive and almost completely identical in their features, besides a long scar running down the face of one, are looking at Ophelia's cleavage. The scarred man, clearly looking out of lust, realises that he's been spotted, and bows his head in apology. His twin, a look of disdain on his unmarked face, continues staring, his lip upturned. A beautiful brunette brunette Inquisitor gives Ophelia an up and down look, before smiling politely at her, and taking a set next to the men. "Are you one of the lady's relatives? I'm sister Marguerite, of the Order of Saint Dominic." She holds out a hand in greeting.
As Allune rides next to Lukas into the woods, she finds a good vantage point looking down into the village. It's a scene of pure horror, men in black armour, with glowing red crosses, butchering the inhabitants of a small village. 5 armoured fighters, probably the remnant of a local patrol, struggle against ten black armoured horsemen. One of the assailants reaches out, black tendrils of pure shadow extending from his hands to reach for the soldiers. All but one of the warriors manage to slice or bash away the tendrils, which retreat, but one man isn't so quick. The shadows wrap around his arms and legs to pull him into the air, before pulling him apart. The remaining four make a shield wall, ready for the horsemen to charge. Allune spots a man away from the fight, tall, pale and bald, walking around the slaughter, carrying bodies to sort into a pile with great care.
Angelo finds amongst Marguerite's possessions a few books on demonology, a history of the Council of Nicea, some private correspondance, a book of poetry, and a tome written in latin and illustrated with depictions of explicit sex acts. In the room next to his, as he peruses, he hears a crash.
Angelo chuckled as he spotted the explicit book, how very naughty of Sister Marguerite. When he heard the crash, he left his room and went to the next door, knocking, 'Hello? Is everything alright in there?'
The monk carefully turned the handle, and opened the door slowly, his hand on his mace. He slowly looked into the room at the source of the commotion.
Mesmerized by the taste of cum and Miroslava's passion, Larisa's mouth was left hanging open for just a little while longer after her aunt had finished. Her legs still buckled from the feeling of her own orgasm that her aunt coaxed out of her with expert skill, Larisa's face burning bright as she gave a quick nod. "Y...yes." With the excitement dying down, Larisa was back to looking flustered. She took a glance at Benacio, opening her mouth to speak, but couldn't quite find the words to describe what had just happened and chose to just slip out of the room when she had a chance to do it privately. The witch questioned if she shouldn't learn some elemental spells...at least one to conjure water to wash her mouth out. Feeling the need for some wine or water, she opted to make a beeline for the kitchen area.
Ophelia chose to ignore the twins' staring – she did not want to make a scene over this sort of thing. Instead she gave everyone a polite nod of greeting and focused on sister Marguerite. “Nice to meet you, sister. I am Ophelia Lindhoff-Ortella, and no, I am not a relative of the lady. My father recently inherited Wilno, but he is busy and unable to come personally, so he sent me and my brother to check the lands. We stopped at Tarsovie to visit lady Miroslava, as she is sworn to the lord of Wilno.” The noblewoman explained as she quickly checked out the inquisitor. “So you are sister Marguerite. Brother Angelo mentioned you. Speaking of, where is he? Is he not joining us for dinner?” Ophelia asked as she noticed that the monk was not among the people present. “And if you don't mind me asking, what brings you and your companions here, sister?”
The torchlight from the hallway illuminates the darkness behind the door. Angelo sees no one, in a room much like Marguerite's with a single bed, wardrobe and dresser. He sees that a small wooden box propped up on a dresser below the window has been toppled to the floor, probably the source of the noise. Just before he's about to conclude that he sees nothing else, the monk spots the glimmer of metal against the window. Looking closer, he notices that a grappling hook is wedged against the frame. Alarmed, his eyes dart about the room. As he goes to look again, he hears shuffling behind him.
In the kitchen, she finds two inquisitors, a man and a woman, drinking from an amphora of wine, while the maids look on, intimidated into silence. The woman, a fierce looking warrior, looks up and flashes Larisa an unsettling grin. "You'd be one of the Rus, eh? I can smell the heathenry on you from here." Her companion, a massive blonde man, looks dismissively at Larisa and says to his companion "C'mon, ignore her. I'll finish this wine with or without you." The woman shrugs at him, invading Larisa's space. "Tell me, what do you so called Eastern Christians do in your churches? Black sacraments? Or do Russian women just offer themselves for any Mongol to use? I smell the cum on your breath, girl."
"You've met Angelo?" Marguerite raises her eyebrows. "Were you a party to the incident in the woods earlier, by chance? Angelo already ate after his bath, so he's resting right now. As for what brings us here, well, I'm not at liberty to tell you everything, but there have been reports of demon activity in the area. Possibly worse."
Angelo sees a woman, hooded and cloaked, rushing towards him with her knife raised to either cut his throat or take him hostage. Seeing him turn to quickly for her to take him, she raises her leg, kicking Angelo hard in the stomach, his newly toned muscles aching. She rushes to the window, before giving him one last sideways look. "Tell the lady here that her time has come."
Angelo reeled from the kick to his stomach, but he tried to leap towards the window and the thief/assassin, to catch her foot before she could descent down the grappling hook.
@Tjf "Извините? Mm....Izvinite?" Larisa held a dumbfouded and confused look. While there were many, many, things she could say to them, it was better to keep them in her head. We have churches as well, and I'm actually quite sure you'd get along well. They also enjoy burning people to death to cover up their hypocrisy to a god whose laws explicitly state that killing in the name of god is a mortal sin. Of course, if you read the bible instead of claiming you have, you'd probably be aware of this. Instead, she had settled for just looking wide eyed as she poured herself a glass. These were among the type of inquisitors she expected and the kind who Larisa didn't expect any upstanding conversation from. Choosing to just play dumb, she silently excused herself to find somewhere else to hold out.
There was no point in lying, as Marguerite could ask Angelo about it later. So Ophelia just nodded in confirmation. “Yes, I was there when we encountered the bandits.” She intentionally did not mention the succubus. “I met him again as I was leaving the bath and he was going in. That encounter was considerably less life-threatening.” Ophelia made a small joke, before turning serious. “Demon activity, huh. I understand you can't tell me everything, but can you at least give me a hint how bad it is? I'd like to be as prepared as possible, in case there's any trouble.”
