Mszczuj wave after females as they both go to tavern. "They look like afraid of something... But after battle it is normal." He look at Andrzej. "So, it look like we have to wait for our leader."
"That dream you had..." He sees Marguerite's skin slowly go pink, before deepening, darkening. Small nubs appear at the top of her head, extending into long, curved horns. A forked tail grows, poking out from beneath her back, as her skin tone becomes a shade of light red. She looks up at him, waiting for his reaction.
"Shit!" The redhead looks out the window. "He's talking to those Poles." Allune quickly finds the room she's looking for, loud feminine moans coming through the door.
"Crap, crap, crap! How'd he find those guys so fast." Allune cursed as she searched for Lukas' room, only to follow the sounds of those erotic cries. She doesn't bother being polite, and bangs on the door. "Lukas! Get your stuff, and prepare to flee. Your Uncle's downstairs, and he's brought those knights that saved us from the tatars!"
"Sir, they ran after they saw those men." Andrzej points to the horsemen thundering up the road. They come to a halt in the centre of the village, 9 horsemen in mail and lamellar armour, led by a grizzled middle aged man in plate armour. The leader spurs his horse towards Mszczuj. "You there. I'm looking for a woman, young, blonde, extremely comely and with a large bust. I'm willing to pay for information, though I don't take well to lies."
“Indeed it is.” Ophelia agreed, smiling. “Anyone... I mean, anything in particular you like here?” She asked while looking at Olga.
Angelo's blue eyes went wide and the colour drained from his skin, as he watched her transformation. Mouth agape, he stammered, 'You're a su-a succ-a succub-a SUCCUBUS?!' A scooted away from her, a little fearful, 'Am I still dreaming? Is that why you needed a "boytoy" on your travels? But why in the Lord's name are you working for the Inquisition?' He was shocked, but at least he didn't dart out of the room to get the next Inquisitor.
Something telling Mszczuj, that men didn't have fair deal with woman what he just meet. It wasn't his business but he prefer not told them everything. " Do you see that corpses? " He point at dead bodies of knights with red cross. " When I come to villiage, ten of of them ride away in that way" He point at way where knights ride. "I noticed on one horse lieing woman, like bag of grain. I couldn't see face of woman, but it look like she didn't ride with them by her own decition. But her screams sounds like young woman, so maybe She is yours lost. "
"W-What?" She hears rapid footsteps, and then a thump, before the door opens, Lukas having hurriedly donned his breeches, the barmaid covering herself with the sheets. "Darius is here?" Ignatia whispers "He sent some men down the road, but the rest are coming this way!" The old man crosses himself. "I see. Not that I doubt you, but since that is the horse she was riding" he points behind Msczcuj, "I'll stay here, and send a few men ahead." Three of his men speed off down the main road. "Now, I could use a drink." He begins walking towards the the tavern with his six men. Mszczuj notices that all have their hands on their weapons.
Ilya says something in his native tongue, which makes Olga blush a little, before she replies to Ophelia. "Well, there is one thing in particular. In this room, in fact."
"Shhhh! Please, keep it down!" The red skinned vixen says in a hushed voice. "No, you're not dreaming, and yes, that's why I needed a companion. As to why, it's a long story, but to shorten it, I'm hiding in plain sight." She takes his hand. "Do I disgust you now?"
Mszczuj shake his head look after going to tavern old men. "Old warrior, if he managed to reach his age living from fight, It mean he is good fighter. Better awoid deal with him, if we don't have to." He look at Andrzej. "What do you say? We are getting back to Boleslaw or stay here and see what happen?"
"You're in command, sir, but I don't think that he means well for that girl. I know it isn't our business, but it feels wrong to just let him have his way."
Angelo quieted down and nodded, 'Okay, sorry, but this is quite something to take in.' He squeezed her hand, looking at her more closely, 'No... you're not disgusting to me. Different, but just as gorgeous as you are in your glamour, I think it's called.'
Mszczuj sigh pulling his mustache down. "So there is two of us. It will get killed us both, but what ever. Any men who let's evil happen, It is also responsibility, so like good Christian we will make sure that sins didn't happen." He put hand on Andrzej shoulder. "Let's stay here and make sure that horse of girl will be ready. I think she will be in the moment needed him." He said look where is standing rest of old warrior men. When fight will begin, It will be important to him, to shoot fast and precisrely.
Angelo returned the demoness' kiss, wrapping his arm around her and hugged her to himself, 'I glad you do... I feel the same. Thank you for your trust, I will keep it a secret, I don't want any harm to come to you.' He had become very fond of Marguerite during their travels, the revelation was a shock but it didn't change his feelings about her much. The young monk chuckled, 'It's hard to believe you were a demon all along...' He looked at her mesmerising eyes, slitted like the eyes of a cat, 'Maybe some part of me knew all along and showed me that dream.'
“Oh? What might that be?” Ophelia asked as she turned towards Olga with a glint in her eyes – and seemingly not noticing that her bust was now above water and on display.
Giving out a slight groan, the witch inwardly curses at her nighttime activities ruining her sleep schedule, but lifts up from where she was laying and places the covers over herself as she stares at the door. Not having properly changed yet and only in just her underwear, she eyes the doorway wondering how much she has slept in. "Just getting up now. Come in."
