She pushed her glasses up. As far as she could tell, whatever he knew, he wasn’t wary of her so he probably didn’t have the full story. Just playing the part of the sheltered academic she gave him a look. “I’ll try to answer, though you probably have access to better resources than I do. I don’t have a lot of data gathered on them at the moment, so I doubt there’s much I can tell you that you don’t know.”
Mszczuj smile. " Let's say, I prefer training one or two horses and teach them new tricks, than look for new one for every night. You would be suprise for what you could suggest to her, after building trust. No one rent horse could rank with that." He said thinking about Eva and their games.
"Not right now." Arne shakes his head. "I'm stacking for later." He smirks as he leaves. He makes his way to check on Marzena and Hilda, later moving to Ghoa.
The priest smiles. "Thank you for your time. I'll try to be brief." He stifles a yawn. "So, um, effectively, we have some information that indicates that there's a person of interest to the knights inside Tarsovie castle, a woman who could be used to enact some sort of ritual. What we don't know, however, is who. We also have information that the group inside Tarsovie will soon be headed north, to Marienburg, and possibly several other places after that, to collect a series of items. We believe that several groups are also after those items, different factions including but not," he yawns again "limited to, the Black Knights, Benedectine Inquisition, and certain demonic factions." The greasy blonde monk says "Basically, lass, we'd like to hire yeh fer some detective work. Join the group to Marienburg, find out who the lass these knights are tryin' to nab is, and let us know who might be tryin' to steal these 'items', what are they?" He looks to the priest, who says "Statuettes." The bearded monk says "Oh, and don't tell anyone 'bout this. Part'a that group is inquisition, and we want those pricks in the dark."
He sees the Pole making eager use of Hilda's body, while Ghoa stands on a hilltop a little distance away, her arrows thudding into the corpse of Grita with surprising accuracy, considering how dark it is outside.
Mszczuj wink to him and pull down his mustache. "Yep, lucky lady and lucky me. And to be clear, It was started before I reach my position as leader so... You see by yourself." He said and think about return to map room. "I should go, I still have some task to do."
"I'm not exactly the undercover rogue sort. I can barely manage opening the doors to get into this place. I don't think I could be doing double agent sort of cat burglar work on the side...but I really don't enjoy the idea of demon followers amassing an army." She did debate what the best she could do is. She had access to some decently strong magic now that would help, but at the same time, she was already too close to giving the wrong person confirmation of her abilities. "So this woman is some sort of sacrifice...I'd rather not allow that to happen....though they only attempted this siege after my siblings and I made our arrivals, correct? The timing is either coincidental, or my assumption is they want to use Olga for something. For the purposes of fair trade, if they take my sister, I'll have to take their skin.....or I would, but at worst, I think all I could do is grade them poorly for penmanship. I'm really not the most accomplished sort. Does this really feel like a good idea for you? I'll do it. I'm just curious if this is the best possible option."
The priest gives a tired smile. "Well, you could melt their faces like those pimps." The bearded monk looks up. "What'ya talkin bout, Dog?" The priest ignores him, stifling another yawn. "I have no idea whether they want your sister. There are many women in Tarsovie, but I don't deny that it's possible. Nonetheless, I don't doubt that you're entirely capable of resisting them. God told me that you were the woman for the job, and he's seldom wrong." He yawns again. "I can't force you to do anything, but like you said, they could be after Olga. Also, I'll pay you." He rings a bell, and a scantily clad and irritable looking nun enters. "What do you want, Dog?" The priest hands her some keys. "Head to the restricted section of the library and bring that book I was telling you about." The nun scoffs, and heads down. Brother Madog smiles weakly. "Lovely woman."
Arne decided to spend rest of the night, breaking Lucie. By the morning, both women seemed to be broken. Not wanting to waste more time in this forsaken place, Arne went to Vaclav. "Escort both of the witches to gallows. We wasted enough time." He said as he looked at Louise. "Are you satisfied with the slut's performance?" He aked.
She wasn't too surprised that the news got out. She more or less intended for to happen. The church didn't seem to be after her yet, and doing them a favor would be useful to get on their good side. "I'll see what I can accomplish." She was curious of the contents of the book that the nun was ordered to bring, but she had the impression that she was going to find out soon. While she had the theory that Olga was important, Larisa also had to look skeptical. "Olga would make sense for political importance to some degree, but she isn't much of a mage. There's a possibility, but I don't know why she'd be chosen....it's just as possible that it's Miroslava or some servant I've never even spoken to. I suppose I could assume it's me, but that doesn't seem right. More information is definitely needed, I agree."
Fuck drunk and traumatised, Ursula and Lucie don't resist, or really even react, as they're marched through the village. As they walk, Vaclav nods. "Oh, hell yeah. Tell me, did you train her really well, or was she just that good when you found her? Either way, thanks, boss." The local peasants look shocked as the two respected widows approach the gallows.
"Indeed. Which is why we need you." The nun returns with a thick leather bound tome, slamming it on the oaken table and making the priest flinch. "Oh! Ah, this is...er, a grimoire from several centuries ago, belonging to a powerful wiccan sorceress. I think that someone with your talents might be able to use such an item. DO this for us, and it's yours." Larisa can tell that the book radiates with power. "Or we could give you some money."
"Yes, templars. And that faceless guy we saw was a demi-god of some sort." Allune replied with a smile. And as Marguerite spoke of Angelo, the busty blond chuckles, "Well, you see, when I entered he suddenly started stuttering. So I thought I'd let him bathe in peace." She said with a wry smile, "Ah, thanks for that advice. I'll tell my friends about it too. Well, I'll mostly keep my mouth shut anyway." She giggled, taking the crucifix. "Thank you for this, I'll try not to lose it."
She had to eye the tome with fascination thinking of all the potential she could do with it. She wasn't sure what it exactly had in store, but she was confident it was powerful. She probably wouldn't have needed the bribe, but it was a nice added bonus and she gave a nod. "I'll see what I can do. Anything else?"
"He started stuttering?" She laughs. "I'm sure you get that a lot. Anyway, you're welcome for the crusifix. God bless you." She nods and walks away.
He shakes his head. "Not that I can think of. Feel free to collect your brother." He slumps onto the table, and within moments is snoring. The bearded monk chuckles. "C'mon, lass. I'll take you to your brother."
