Good. At least he was quiet when he was praying. That would at least prevent any unwanted busy bodies from intruding. Terryn took another bite, and then blinked as the door swung open and a feminine voice entered the room. It would appear he had thought too soon.
At the door, Donald turned to face the intruder, crossing his arms over his chest. He was an imposing man, even larger than the knight who commanded him, and he made no attempt to hide the dagger he held, its blade gleaming in the light of a nearby candle.
Terryn sighed, and swallowed an apple chunk. He glanced at the woman from where he casually reclined in a hard-backed wooden chair. "A man in service to the Church of Talos, come to confess his sins to another one in such service. I am afraid he has misunderstood my motives, as often happens when one of my unique and special form of service attempts to contact a member of the faith. I apologize if your dinner was interrupted by such events, I wished only for absolution and forgiveness." As he spoke, his free hand never once strayed from where it was resting on the pommel of not his longsword but his dagger- far more useful in close quarters fighting as it were. At his shoulder, Oswald shifted to loosen his throwing axes in their sheathes.
Ian, standing over the praying priest, opened his clenched fists. After speaking, Terryn could not help but acknowledge how transparent his lie was. But, perhaps, she'd buy it. And if not? Well, he was a capable swordsman himself, and he had three hardened mercenaries at his back. She was but one. A little bloodshed never hurt.
A Few Days Later...
"Quite alright, my dear, I trust things have been exciting enough for you here?" Terryn replied casually as he awaited a guard to escort him to William, a hint of disinterest creeping into his voice.