"It's already forgotten, young man. You'll find the baths downstairs, and to the left." She looks at him once more, before reading several documents by candlelight, indicating that he's free to leave." "Your wish is my command, my lady." The maid grins deviously. She turns and grabs a towel. As Felina selects a towel, the door opens, and Angelo and Ophelia see each other, recognising each other from earlier.
@moonblack Angelo recognised the raven-haired beauty sitting in the bath. He blushed profusely, as his eyes darted to her ample cleavage above the water. He quickly turned around, 'M-My apologies, I didn't know somebody was already in here. P-Please take your time.' The monk headed back to the door.
As soon as she heard the door open Ophelia slipped back in the tub and covered the top parts of her large breasts instinctively. Then she blinked in surprise as she saw the new arrival and recognized him from earlier. “Brother Angelo? What a surprise meeting you here? Are you accompanying one of the inquisitors visiting the lady?” She asked, curious, and still covering herself as she waited for Felina to bring her the towel. (guess we were writing at the same time.)
[Yeah, works anyway.] Angelo stopped in his tracks at the questions, 'Yes, I'm accompanying Sister Marguerite. I couldn't pass up the chance at a bath and a proper bed after months on the road. I see you had the same idea after what happened this afternoon.'
“Indeed. Though I got here earlier, so I am almost done. Give me a little bit to get dressed and then the bath is all yours.” Ophelia paused as she remembered something she herself had pointed out just minutes earlier. “I never introduced myself properly, did I? As soon as I am decent I will correct that oversight.” She promised.
"Mmph." Allune moaned into his mouth, as he once again steals a kiss from her. "Ah... that... would be nice. But, maybe after we eat... that bout with the tatars drained me more than I'd like to admit." She said with a smile, trying to find a way to get him to drink the wine at least.
After Angelo left the bath Ophelia quickly got dressed with Felina's help. Once she was decent again she faced the maid. “Thank you for the help, dear. I'll see you later tonight.” She smiled at the young woman and left the bath, where she found the young monk waiting. “Sorry for the wait, the bath is all yours now, brother. But before I leave, allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Ophelia Lindhoff-Ortella, and my brother, whom you met earlier, is Benacio Lindhoff-Ortella. I apologize for not introducing myself when we met earlier.” She gave an apologetic bow. “If I may ask, who is this Sister Marguerite you mentioned, and what does she look like? I'd like to know in case I meet her later.” Ophelia asked and waited for Angelo to answer. “Thank you, brother Angelo. I will not take any more of your time. Enjoy your bath.” She gave the monk a smile and left. (Sorry if this seems rushed, but I have something to take care of so I decided to speed things up a little.)
Even as a non-magic user, Mszczuj can feel power within the banner, flowing from the wood to fill his body with vigour, courage and virility, leaving him feeling strong, a pleasant tingling sensation across his whole body. Looking up at the white eagle emblazoned on the red banner, he sees flashes of old battles flow across his vision for short moments, countless wars against Lithuanians, Germans and Teutons, and heroes of the past. Boleslaw smiles at him. "Impressive, ey? The Piasts might not be special now, but back in the day they had power. Real power." Eva grins on her wagon, mumbling under her breath so Boleslaw can't hear her. "Yes, when they were pagans."
[No problem.] 'Well met, Ophelia,' Angelo nodded and smiled at her, 'No need to apologise.' 'Sister Marguerite? She's a Inquisitor from France, the one who recruited me to take part in this expedition,' Angelo smiled, indicating that he was quite fond of the woman, 'Long, raven hair like you and eyes that are an unusual shade of blue, nearly violet. She wears a chocker with an amulet, I'm sure you'll recognise her if your meet her.' 'Thank you, until another time, Ophelia,' Angelo smiled and nodded. The monk then entered the bath and looked to the maid, 'I'm terribly sorry for barging in. At least the lady doesn't seem to have taken offense by it.' @Tjf
The knight nods, grinning. "Then I'd better get cooking." He turns his head, mere moments before Lukas finishes replacing the cap on the wine skin. "Oi! Get away from the booze, and get on watch, you drunkard!" Lukas jumps. "Y-Yes, uncle." Darius smiles, shaking his head. "How you and your mother find him attractive, I'll never know." He starts a fire, beginning to cook some sausages, eyes roaming Allune. "Some wine?"
Ophelia finds the castle open to her. Felina winks at her when Angelo isn't looking. (Feel free to take a break and we'll pick back up when you're ready)
"Eheh." Allune faked a giggle, as Lukas was almost caught. She let out a relieved sigh, as Darius only thought he was drinking it. Though as the old man began preparing dinner, she knew she needed to act normally. Allune watched Darius prepare dinner, offering to help if the old man asked... despite noticing how he kept eyeing her. Finally, when the old man offered the wine. Allune gulped, "S-sure... but. Only if you drink with me?" She said, grinning as she motions for him to have the first drink.
The attractive maid shakes her head and smiles. "No need to apologise, sir, the baths are open to guests. I took the liberty of filling another tub when the Lady Ophelia had her own bath. The brazier should be keeping it hot for you."
Darius grabs two cups, and fills them. "You couldn't stop me." He hands Allune one, and touches his cup to hers. "To seizing the moment." He kisses her lips, and skulls his wine. Seemingly unphased for the moment, he refills his cup. "Probably shouldn't overdo it, when we're relying on the idiot to stand guard, but one more shouldn't hurt."
'Thank you, that's very thoughtful,' Angelo smiled at the maid and approached the second tub, he pulled his robe over his head. She could see that he was unusually toned for a monk. Only Marguerite would know that he got a little more toned since the journey started, combat training and harsher living on the road showing its fruits. He turned away from her a bit shyly and stepped out of his undergarments, showing her his bare bum, before he stepped in the bathtub, 'Haaah, that's wonderful.' He let out an appreciative sigh.
Olga nods. "Yes, I don't hate the catholics or anything, like our old ecclesiarch back home, but they don't seem very accepting of outsiders." Her eyes open wide. "T-Tengri? Like, the kind of magic the horde uses? I mean, I do love animals. Okay, why not?"
Allune kept her grin as she watched him down the spiked wine. "Mm. Indeed." She said, as the old man poured his second drink. "Ah... no... maybe I shouldn't. I'm not quite good with wine. And... if I get drunk... I might not remember what happens." She tried to sound seductive, while putting down her cup.
He feels her fingers beginning to skillfully massage his tense shoulders. "Begging your pardon, sir, but you seem rather fit for a monk. Do you fight demons?"
Energised by her presence, Darius quickly drinks down his second cup, as he starts to serve up their meal. "We...Wouldn't want that, would we?" His eyes start to droop. "I want you...to remember...every-" He yawns.
