Her father smiles down at her. "Very well. I'll look forwards to your return, with those silver weapons I promised as payment. Good night, my dear." He leans down to kiss her lightly on the lips, before turning and leaving the room."
Allune nods, and as her father left. She strips down, and changes into her sleepwear. While making sure her combat clothes were ready for tomorrow. Before finally jumping on her bed, and falling asleep.
Mszczuj think about it for the moment and nod to him. "Okej, she should now that. That it is task for you go and inform her. It will be looking suspiciously if we both go to her, but you look handsome and young so it won't be suprise that you will give her your company. Act like horny teenager outside her chamber. " He said smiling to him and go quiet back to tent.
Volenca shakes her head. "T-They came for me, and he got in their way. They dragged him off with them, towards the castle."
Dobron supresses a laugh. "Horny teenager? Me? No, I don't think I can pull that off convincingly at all." He speaks jokingly. The squire nods, before heading off through the corridors, trying to find Allune's room.
Still a little groggy, Allune got up and answered her door, still wearing her light dress. "Mmh. Yeah, what is it?" She asked as she opened the door.
Angelo nodded, 'We'll try and save him, but... they have an army sieging the castle. I'm not sure how we could defeat them.' He looked around for wounded inquisitors to heal, as he talked to Marguerite, 'What can we do now?'
She sees Mszczuj's handsome young squire at the door, who grins at Allune, before leaning him to kiss her, before pulling her inside the room to embrace her. He pulls the door closed, before withdrawing and bowing his head. "I apologise for that, ma'am. Sir Mszczuj thought that it would be best if I acted as someone drunk and horny, so no one would guess my true reason for being here, if there's anyone watching your room." She notices that he's walked quite far from the door, and talks in a quiet voice.
Marguerite says quietly "With Miroslava's dead men hiding amongst their force, and the Guardian in wait, we could kill more than our numbers would normally allow, if we use surprise. The only problem is explaining to the other Inquisitors why undead and supernatural creatures are helping us." Volenca looks between the two of them. "U-Undead?" The woman with the warhammer approaches. "Hey, you! Oh, sister Marguerite." She bows her head slightly. "We're planning a counterattack."
'Wait, what? Miroslava's dead men?' Angelo looked perplexed, before the intimidating inquisitor showed up. He let Marguerite do the talking, he had no experience how to talk to that woman.
Mszczuj go back to his tent, to catch some sleep before morning. He just nod to Andrzej on the watch and lie on fury.
He sees a man nursing a cut thigh, as Marguerite begins talking about the tactics for the counterattack.
He wakes at dawn, as planned. As Mszczuj begins his morning preparations, he sees guardsmen advancing on the tents.
Still sleepy as she opened her door, Allune was caught by surprise when he leaned in to kiss her. "Mmph!" Her eyes shot open as she felt her soft lips touch his, and with him entering her room. She was ready to slap him. But, his words caught her off guard. "What? Why would any watch my door? No, better yet, why are you here?"
Mszczuj call loud order to everyone. "Everyone, get up! We have visitors here!" He said and put his belt on with sword and dagger. Mszczuj call to him few of his men and walk to guardsmen. "God bless people. I hope night was peacefull for you?" He said in frinly tone, but watching them how many is them and what is their weapon.
"Mszczuj and I saw what we thought was an intruder enter the castle an hour or so ago. He went upstairs, into a bedchamber. We waited outside the door, listening on their conversation. I believe the man he was talking to was Svitrigaila, the king's brother. They were discussing Sir Darius. The man was conveying an offer of fealty from Sir Darius, in exchange for Lord Svitrigaila releasing the knight. Svitrigaila didn't give a clear answer, but I believe he seemed amenable to the idea."
Three armoured guardsmen with halberds approach. Their leader steps forwards. "Sir, I bring word from Lord Svitrigaila of Lithuania, brother to our King. Your party is not to leave the castle for a few hours. My Lord assures me that you will be free to go in a little while, but for now, you are to remain here."
