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[CrimsonEon]

Olison stood straight at attention.
: "Milady, if I may make an inquiry. This battle, it was clearly no ordinary siege. Multiple houses, traitors, even some of Bereb's own soldiers..."
He quieted for a moment and cleared his throat.
: "Is there anything that would have prompted such a focused attack?"

[Furtuka]

Olison stood straight at attention.
: "Milady, if I may make an inquiry. This battle, it was clearly no ordinary siege. Multiple houses, traitors, even some of Bereb's own soldiers..."
He quieted for a moment and cleared his throat.
: "Is there anything that would have prompted such a focused attack?"

Derick lowered his hand
"Nevermind"

[SeriousConcentrate]

"A pity, Christopher. I started to like you. We could've had a more... closer relationship. You might've ended as my advisor, even. Well, you're free to go. Gregor, Olison, Seyena - report to your squad leaders, if they're still alive, and prepare for whatever duties you will have to perform. The rest of you - go to the guest quarters two floors below my study, and wait."

"You could have said something earlier, Prixima. I've only been trying to get in your bed for the last year and a half."

He wondered what she thought the flowers, various trinkets people he had been spying on had 'misplaced', and other such things had been for. Even noble women liked that sort of thing, right?

"Well, anyway. After we hear the answer to Olison I suppose I'll be going down to the guest quarters."

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Yeah, the cavalier guy also got me curious."

[Haspen]

Prixima took a breath and then looked at Derick, then at Olison, sneaking a glance at Christopher as well.

"Of course. The reason is simple. Sasha Rosecross, daughter of Vostin Rosecross, was to be married to Mannan Tunhausen to 'ease the tension'. Of course, I couldn't allow such treacherous marriage to occur and pollute our noble houses. So I sent them some special apples. They must've worked perfectly considering this siege came mere two weeks after I sent them my gifts. Now that Rosecross sieged a fellow Menelean noble, King Paragor will have the entire Rosecross family executed for high treason. Menelea once more will be a strong country without insidious traitors amongst our ranks."

[freeformschooler]

: "...I suppose that was hasty. I will never understand the total apathy of mercenary groups."

Charlotte tapped her foot.

: "Very well. I'll take my share and wait outside for the night. No need to sleep among the shed blood of warriors."

[Furtuka]

"poison huh... Well that's all I guess."

Derick left the room

[CrimsonEon]

: "House Tunhausen..."
Olison stood quietly, sifting through his familiarities with the political dealings of the Berebian counties.
: "And with Rosecross' aid Bereb would have a new expansion opportunity at hand... This would explain much." Except a few... Minor details. He finished in his mind. Olison spoke no further and bowed, and looked towards the others, as if awaiting any further questions.

[SeriousConcentrate]

"Well, I'm heading downstairs. Come see me if you need anything."

[IronyOwl]

Riven silently followed after Chris.

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Well, I am going to start working on the plans to deal with that undead swarm."

Tantallos gave a brief bow and walked away.

[Sirus]

At Prixima's command, Gregor gave a lazy sort of salute and wandered off in a haze.

Brother...I can't believe anyone could defeat you, Charles...

[CrimsonEon]

Olison watched Gregor silently drift away from the room. He saluted as well before making his way out. As he moved he gave a cursory glance at Charlotte, and briefly clasped Gregor's shoulder, giving him a sympathetic look before continuing on, silently.

He would report to Aaron, but not before looking to Find Anja and everyone's mounts outside.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos crossed his arms and looked around.



 "So, I heard some people were going to make a new group hm? I may need some help to deal with those revenants...not on the front line, but on the roads as we heard some stories of adventurers being attacked by skeletons and other undead creatures."

[Xanmyral]

Salvatore noted everyone moving off, their business done, and he does the same. He's greeted by a curious wyvern outside of the study, and he patted Ormm on the head as he followed the others in hopes they knew where they were going. The wyvern followed, trying not to be too far away from Salvatore.

Seems there's only two things that can happen now, Sal considers in his head. Either the group accepts him and he throws his lot with them, or they don't and he... Supposes he tries his luck in Garnes and hopes for the best? Its times like this that Sal wishes he could go off of more than chance for fate.