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[freeformschooler]

Charlotte shrugged and turned back to Alexander.

: "Well, there goes that plan. Hey, Anja, Dag: are you both still awake?"

[Powder Miner]

Alexander continues to lean on the wall in full armor, mumbling to himself.

[Haspen]

"Too cold for me to sleep." After Anja replied, Dag waved with his left hand and mumbled something under his nose, sitting in the corner.

[freeformschooler]

: "Oh. Yeah, me too."

Charlotte nodded to Anja then lowered her glance at Dag.

: "What are you mumbling about?"

[Haspen]

"Nothing. Just grumbling about our current situation.

[Sirus]

Gregor leaned forward.

: "Possibly. There are many lords and many magical items. Do you have anything more specific?"

[Haspen]

"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe it's about Dragonstones, who knows. Did you get her one of them, perchance?"

[Sirus]

Gregor arched an eyebrow.

: "Interesting idea. Who would 'her' be?"

[Haspen]

"Oh, please. I've already stated your name. We both know that you're from Kesselring. Now tell me, did she get another Dragonstone thanks to your efforts?"

[Sirus]

: "...Did you just say 'another' Dragonstone?"

[Haspen]

"Yes, let it sink in. Then guess why so many people suddenly have death warrants on them. They all worked for Prixima, all of them brought her a Dragonstone. My family - my father, tried to stop her, but ultimately, he failed. I am Mannan Tunhausen, son of Vagor, current Count of Tunhausen. And you, Gregor von Hexham, you and your friends have brought her another stone, Lapis Lazuli! I should execute you on spot for your naivety and blind loyalty!"

[Powder Miner]

Meanwhile:
:"I hate Berebia."

[Sirus]

Gregor slammed his palms against the table and half stood up. He had been threatened with death more than enough for one day and was quite simply fed up.

: "How dare you! Do you not demand equal amounts of loyalty from the men and women under your command?! Do you not expect them to follow your orders without question, lest your plans and castles crumble and anarchy reigns?"

He sat down again, but remained angry.

: "I had sworn an oath to obey my lord - Lady Prixima in this case - which I did. A good soldier, just like any here in this castle! But once we began to see the merest hints of what she was actually capable of, of the depths she would sink to in order to gain power...we left her service at once. We are not the blind, blinkered fools you accuse us of being; I don't think any of us wished to remain in her employ longer than necessary."

He slumped in his chair, anger draining away into confusion.

: "What is she up to? Why would one person need so many Dragonstones? You clearly know something about what's going on. Tell us, and maybe we can do something about it."

[Haspen]

Mannan kept hands crossed on his chest, looking at Gregor during his outburst, not looking particularily surprised nor amused at the show. After his captive slumped back to the chair, he leaned forward.

"My soldiers are trained to work efficiently and think from time to time. But maybe that's why we have better spy network than we have army." He mused, and then let out a sigh.

"We have found some evidence that Prixima is trying to work on the Dragonstones. Is she trying to make a weapon? Enhance her powers with the stones? We don't know, as far as it goes she is paying lots for simple information about their location or current owners." He went silent for a brief moment.

"As far as reports go, she got fifth Dragonstone since my father's diasterous attack. Do you know anything we can use against her?"

[Sirus]

Gregor thought for a moment, but then shook his head.

: "Not at the moment, no. Other than an allergy to flowers, at least. I'm sorry."