Lillian tries to hide her laugh with a cough before moving on, humming a small tune as she does so.
āThey captured a man they suspect to be a spy. As a diplomat, it is of my interest.ā He says simply.
āInterestingā
Zynx walks to the guard interrogating and whispers
āDid he tell you anything yet? I have seen him in the Adiart forest quite a few times now which is pretty suspiciousā.
āSĆ³ you have information on him? Anything is of relevanceā
āTold us his name, that he was a physician and apparently tried to spy on a soldierās campā
Parn, currently amassing an armada of bottles near his person counting up to more fingers than people typically have, burps loudly. āhic Give me more. MORE.ā And immediately throws the bottle onto the ground, shattering it into several pieces.
He almost instantly regains his composure, like the alcohol isnāt even impacting anything. āOi.ā Parn approaches Cedar, lightly tapping him on the forehead.
āYou goin to drink that?ā He says with a shitfaced grin.
āYeah, go ahead, Iām not a big drinker yet.ā
Cedar pushes the mug towards Parn.
āFor this, you will have to ask the knights.ā
He looks at the scene.
āI shall go now. Deal with him properly. If he ends up being jailed for interrogation, let Lord Alnen be informedā
He proceeds to guide the horse out of the narrow place, and back at the massacre field he passes by without looking at the sides too much.
VERY WELL, YOU MAY DO AS YOU WISH.
I FOREWARN YOU, HOWEVER, THAT THE REALITY OF YOUR CRIPPLED EXISTENCE WILL COME RUSHING UP TO YOU UNEXPECTEDLY.
MY HANDS WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SAVE YOU IF YOU RESIST.
Parn starts cackling. Oh god heās gone nuts.
āAh si mon capitan. Your contributions to the welfare of mine lives hazz been utterly incredible.ā He says with no direction, licking his lips.
At the Castle Adiart, he lets his horse on the stables to take in a more well-rested one to get back in travel.
āSorry my buddy, I will be back tomorrowā he says apparently to the horse. Walking back at the gate, he mounts the ānew oneā.
The man attempts to break free from the pull, taking up a defensive stance.
āUndignified! Iāve sworn an oath against alcohol.ā
āWhatās the rush? Come join us for a drink. Wonāt hurt in this cold air, eh?ā
Andar puts his left hand on the shoulder of the stony man. His tone is light, but the glint behind his eyes is not so. His grip around his bottle tightens, wary of any sudden movement.
āRightā¦ heā¦heā¦ā
Suddenly, the four glasses of ale Cedar had is starting to kick in with his vision disoriented and his body feeling unsteady.
āOhā¦ feck.ā
Riding back on the horse, he arrives at Richardās castle as the sun starts to settle down (if I canāt make climate changes then just ignore this part).
Leaving the new horse again at the stables, he again enters in the front hall.
The man glares daggers at Andar. He has a glint of squandered determination in his eyes, almost like he was sorely disappointed by how events have played out.
āI would have to deny your offer. Unlike you, Iāve intentions other than merrymaking for the night.ā
āNow good morrow to you sir.ā
Richard reads the headlines:
Local Alchemy Station Suddenly Combusts: Corruption from the Inside?
Golden Dragon have decided to align themselves against Crittania and her Navy. Tensions are brewing and the Navy have asked Adiart for Help!
Local man found dead with no known cause! Alive and breathing the day before but completely braindead!
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The door is slightly opened, when you well knew even the servants beat first just in case you were inside ā he really had a bad habit of not beating before entering. Examining round the ambience, Vilhelm enters as he finds your figure.