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[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor groaned, putting his face in his palm. "Ugh, well, about that. You see, we're under contract as mercenaries, and the former leader of the main group mistakenly waylaid the original messenger, causing his death and the... destruction of the majority of the medicine. I'm afraid that this is all that remains." Valor handed the priest the small waterskin, sticky with dried antidote residue on the side from when it had been filled. "We're returning to Kesselring. If you like, we can deliver a message as we go."

[Gamerboy4life]

Seyena sighed. They're expecting twelve bottles, Chris. You gave me a waterskin half-full of the antidote. Was that really all you could scavenge?

Seyena was about to make up a story, when she heard Valor talk, too late for her to interrupt. "Valor! You don't tell the truth! That will get us killed!" She hissed, trying to keep her voice low.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris blinked.

"...That would be me."

He looked ruefully at the bouquet he had hidden in his robes.

"I suppose these are the wrong ones. I remember that you were quite pleased with the ones you were given for your most recent birthday, so I thought I would bring you some as an apology. If you want I'll throw them in the fire."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor whispered back hurriedly. "People don't like being lied to, the truth always gets out. Besides, they're a couple guardsmen and some priests, they couldn't hold us if they tried."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Heheh... and here we go again..hehe. another mess."

[Gamerboy4life]

Valor whispered back hurriedly. "People don't like being lied to, the truth always gets out. Besides, they're a couple guardsmen and some priests, they couldn't hold us if they tried."

"But you do understand that truth is sometimes stranger than fiction? And in this case, the truth is pretty strange." Seyena whispered. "For all they know, or care, we could be bandits making fun of them."

[Haspen]

@Seyena&Valor: The fat priest blinked, and then grabbed Valor by collar of his shirt, pulling him a bit down.

"Are you mad? This is no time for jokes! Twelve bottles means more than twenty people! How am I supposed to-- bah! Get out of here before I call the guards! You can't ever rely on those pesky nobles, they always screw up, I hope Prixima's castle gets conquered or she dies in an explosion..." He trailed off with his curses, walking away without even accepting the waterskin from Seyena's hands.

@Chris: Aaron grabbed the bouquet and moved toward the window, as Prixima was ravaged by the allergy fit, sneezing three more times before Aaron opened the window and tossed the flowers out. Snorting and sobbing, Pirxima moved from her desk and toward one of the low dressers near the window, taking out a small towel out of it. Aaron, with pokerface on and no word at all, re-joined Chris in front of Prixima's desk as she sat down, breathing slowly and wiping away tears.

"As far as flowers go, last time you brought me the graveblooms. It's the only type I don't have allergy to." Prixima sighed aloud, cleaning her nose into the small towel. She certainly didn't look like a lady right now.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Apologies. Here."

Chris removed some cloth from an inner robe of his pocket and handed it over.

"...Is there anything further you wish to ask of me? Any point you want clarified? If not, I think Aaron's ready to turn in his report as well."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor brushed himself off, scowling. "Ungrateful bastard. At least we tried." Valor sighed and turned back to Seyena. "That didn't go so well as I would have liked. Let's get out of here." Valor eyed the small quantity of antidote. "He didn't take it. Should we leave it or what?"

[Haspen]

@Chris: Prixima eyed Chris for a moment, refusing his cloth.

"Go on, Aaron."

"We have put out the fire that was devouring what's left of Eor's home. Then my soldiers searched through the rubble, and we checked for hideouts or basements or hidden rooms. None found. If I may suggest someth--

"No, you can't. Now get out. Keep theose mercenaries in here. Do not let them leave the castle. The contract isn't fulfilled yet. Feed them if you must. In the meanwhile... I have to think of something. Some other possibility." Upon hearing those words, Aaron bowed slightly and turned on his heel, moving towards the door, while Prixima looked into a drawer at her desk and took out a pile of various notes and documents.

"You too, Chris."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"So.. what should we do now?"

The shaman seemed a bit confused about the situation, probably because he was distracted with the book he had been reading during the conversation.

[Gamerboy4life]

Valor brushed himself off, scowling. "Ungrateful bastard. At least we tried." Valor sighed and turned back to Seyena. "That didn't go so well as I would have liked. Let's get out of here." Valor eyed the small quantity of antidote. "He didn't take it. Should we leave it or what?"

"Let's... let's just take it. It might turn out useful, as we've already insulted him with this small amount." Seyena said, sighing as she remounted, pocketing the antidote.

Seyena extended a hand to help Valor up for their return trip. "But, as rude as he may have been, he is dealing with a plague. It's got to be stressful."

[Blade Master Model 42]

Valor clambered onto the back of the pegasus with Seyena's help. "You're right. Let's just get out of here."

[Gamerboy4life]

Valor clambered onto the back of the pegasus with Seyena's help. "You're right. Let's just get out of here."

Seyena nods, directing the Pegasus into the air, headed straight for Kesselring.

[SeriousConcentrate]

Chris nodded and left the room.

"Well, that went about as well as you guys might have expected. Probably better, actually. But for now we're all restricted to this area, so... I suggest you get comfortable."

The spy sighed and rubbed at his forehead. Two years working under Prixima and never had such a massive disaster occurred at every level of a mission until now. He really didn't know what to make of it.