"That is good to hear." He said and noticed grumble in Eva stomach. "Oh? Someone here is hungry? We are luckly for today we will get some fresh food for supper."
@Tjf @unisol_gr44 “Better not risk making things worse then.” She wasn’t about to do some ritual that nobody knew much about and he didn’t want. “At least some of the inquisitor’s can probably heal him. He’ll just need to be kept alive for now.”
"Ah, yes. My name is Allune." The busty blond introduced herself, while reading the book. "Also, I'd like to read it here if possible. I don't think it's a good idea to bring this with us, since it might get destroyed." She said, before looking for a place to sit down and read the book.
"Will you eat what they give you? I thought we were camping here in the courtyard because we don't trust them?"
Miroslava says "I made the Guardian a potion a little while ago, I'll give him some of that." She goes to the cabinet where Larisa found the concoction she drank earlier. "So, my dear, were you enjoying your time with your host?" She picks something out, going back and pouring a foul tasting liquid into Angelo's unconscious mouth. A few moments later, he begins to cough, returning to consciousness. As he does, Marguerite and the Guardian return to the cave, covered in blood.
She shakes her head. "Oh, no, you don't get to leave with the books. It's the king's library, after all." She heads to a table and gestures for Allune to sit. "Take as long as you need. The head librarian will be here in a few hours or so if you require anything of him."
Angelo grimaced from the potion, being awake again, 'W-What did you give me? It tastes like mold.' He looked to Marguerite, his vision blurry, 'I hope that's not your blood... do succubi even have red blood? Maybe black or purple?' He winced again in pain.
Mszczuj forgot about that part of being carefull, so he sigh with regret. "Yes, you are right. So we still be on salt soup. But no mater if we trust them or not, we still need suplise for travel. We don't have time and right to go hunting here, so we will take what they give us. As long, as our cook will be cooking, It should be fine. " He said and hug her.
'I don't know... I lost a lot of blood,' Angelo said, trying to focus. He tried to concentrate, to speak a prayer and use his own healing powers on himself, 'Thanks for saving my life back there.' He looked to Sarva and Miroslava, 'You too... thank you. Both of you.'
Miroslava nods, while Sarva gives him a hug. He feels warmth shoot through his body and the paain diminish as he uses his magic on himself.
Angelo groaned, as Sarva hugged him, 'Ugh, careful, don't want to open up the gash again.' He looked to Marguerite, 'Care to give me a hand to stand?'
"Yeah, that makes sense." Allune nodded, but before heading to the reading area. She looks at the young woman again, "Ah, but I would appreciate it if you found more books about these black templars. And anything that might reference a faceless demon." She said with a smile, while also looking at Lukas, and Ignatia.
Mszczuj relase her and go look for local armorer. Maybe he will be able to upgrade his armor, to fit on his legs too.
“I...yes...” She trailed off simply and quietly to take a look at the scene with the demons unfold. The succubus inquisitor was alive...which was probably good. Not that Larisa had any real reason to not like her...but the general attitude didn’t really endear Larisa to her or really, any of the supernaturals she met. The guardian was...an ass, to put it lightly. But a capable fighter and Larisa had to admit, she definitely wouldn’t mind fucking him again. He didn’t seem to particularly like Larisa much either, but they enjoyed doing the same things. Whatever her thoughts were about the succubus, she and Angelo seemed to genuinely like each other, at least. Ultimately, she considered the succubus to be Angelo’s friend, not her’s. Regardless, the mutual interest in having everyone not die was shared. “How bad is the damage to the village?”
She nods, helping him up. "You...need some more practice." She grins weakly. Miroslava grins. "I thought you might, after the revelations you told me the other night." The Guardian walks over to Larisa, showing her the arrow embedded shallowly in the rough hide of his flank. "Pull this out, would you?" As the witch moves, he cups her cheek. "You did well. Maybe I'll keep you." Miroslava reacts oddly to the question. "What do you mean, damage to the village?"
"Of course." The librarian looks up at Allune. "Actually, I was wondering... I had a favour to ask. Maybe a proposition? A business deal, let's call it that."
He hears the tell tale hammering of metal on metal, and following the noise, sees a bearded armoursmith at a forge.
