"I fear we'll have to. These raids are almost certainly spilling onto their lands. If they're confident enough to besiege castles, there's no telling who or what they'll target next. If only we knew their objective."
Ophelia grinned as well as she started removing her clothes. “Massages are always better without clothes getting in the way.” She agreed. Once she was naked Ophelia lied face-down on the bed, with her hands next to her body.
Felina begins, giving what at first seems like a quality, genuine massage, strong hands digging deep to loosen the muscles of Ophelia's neck, shoulders and back, but her hands soon find themselves going lower, squeezing the noblewoman's firm ass.
'I'm not sure how we'd find out,' Angelo said, 'They seem like the type who won't say anything, even under torture. If we could even catch one of them alive.' He looked in thought for a moment, cradling his chin, 'I can ride to Marienburg and seek their aid, but the locals probably wouldn't like them showing up, even if it is to defeat those black knights.'
Mszczuj look at fire, thinking about that problem. "For sure we should bring him to dungeon of nearest alliance castle, as soon it will be possible. And then call Duke and King about results." He pull his mustache down. "But there will sacrifice necessary. I hope to keept everyone safe, but I know it will be hard."
"I..ugh..don't know. We'll just have to see what comes of it." It took her longer than she was proud of to stand up properly and move away from his touch..but not that far away where he couldn't reach her if he wanted to. "Before any new arrivals, I want to be able to show off some of my own powers so they don't think I'm completely useless. It will be easier for them to be convinced in joining up if I can impress them...but I don't know where to begin about properly training magic. I've been mostly just managing to sweep something out from my opponent's feet when the pressure's on..but if things get more serious, I won't live long enough for it to be an option. The only thing for it is to start getting ahead of the curve."
"I doubt the locals are particularly fond of Teutons, no. Even if Miroslava gave her permission, we'd have to get the go ahead from higher lords. Definitely Ophelia and Benacio's father, and possibly all the way up to the Duke or even the King. Still, they do deserve to know."
"I see, so, cutting off his limbs, or binding him with rope won't work." Allune sighed, "Still, that's another thing to be wary off then. Make sure you tell the others too."
Aware that she doesn't have to be subtle, Felina's touch becomes erotic, kneading Ophelia's ass, before going to sooth the tired tendons in her thighs. "Ma'am, I had a question, but I understand if it's inappropriate for me to ask."
The beast is silent for several minutes. "Over there, in that little chamber, you'll find a bookcase. Some of the books may have interest to you, I don't know. They were my wife's."
"Guh. Fine." Allune sighed once more as Ignatia was already breaking the rules. "You'll only have yourself to blame if you get caught, or if you're too hungover tomorrow." She said as she sits in front of the redhead, while snacking on the nuts.
Naturally curious about a lot, Larisa has to go over the shelf to investigate. The Guardian didn’t seem like the magical type or that he would really have any need for them, so she took a look at a few books, cracking them open and thumbing along the contents, before she had to stop to address the other thing that stuck out. “Wife? You don’t strike me as the kind of person invested in the married life.”
“Go ahead and ask, Felina. It's a bit too late to worry about what is appropriate and what isn't.” Ophelia said as she continued to enjoy the massage.
Mszczuj bite his mustache. "Thank you, I'm trying my best. But I missing times when Boleslaw lead and I was sent on scout mission. Alone or with two partners, that is all. Now I have all squad under my comands and I have to send others for scout. Everything is changed." He said.
Ignatia brings the mug to her lips, beginning to down the beverage. Lukas joins her, skulling his own ale, before both of Allune's companions slam their empty mugs down on the bench. Ignatia burps, laughing. "Your turn."
Most of the books there, on a bookcase utterly covered in dust, are a bit too esoteric for Larisa to find a practical use for, but one tome does catch her eye. She sees a book on illusion magic, listing various spells. The Guardian grunts from the other room. "I'm not, anymore. She died." He gives no other explanation.
