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[Haspen]

Mannan let out a hum, and after a while, he rubbed his hands.

"Well then, you're free to go. I hope you find yourself quickly accustomed to harsher weather, less varied food and to less equal standing in the army. But before I let you go, just one more quick question: tell me where do you see yourself in Berebia?"

[Sirus]

: "I can't answer that without speaking to my friends. We might not even stay here; just pass through to someplace else."

[Haspen]

"What if I offered you the position of 'chief advisor in matters pretaining to Prixima Kesselring.' What do you think, too lengthy of a title? Your knowledge about the castle and people inside could prove valuable when we make another attack at the lair of that witch. Of course, I would take your friends into my ranks as well."

[Sirus]

Gregor shrugged.

"Again, I would have to see what my friends want to do. I'll be sure to tell them your offer, though; some of them just might decide to take you up on that."

[Haspen]

"Good. Guards!" One of the soldiers opened the door and peeked in.

"Release the rest of new captives, and bring them here. Tell Stork to make some warm food for our 'guests'." The soldier nodded softly and closed the door again, while Manna looked into Gregor's eyes.

"You don't sound really confident about your friends. Any of them holding a particular grudge against my peo- oh why I'm asking, you're all Meneleans. relationship betwen our countries was never the best..." He crossed his arms on his chest, pondering.

@rest:

Charlotte could hear someone speaking with the guards, and then some hurried steps. The grate-door was opened, and she and the rest of prisonrs could see that three soldiers stood outside.

"You guys, Lord Mannan wants to see you. No tricks and funny moves." With that, they stood out of the way, but kept their hands on the weapons.

[Sirus]

Gregor shook his head ruefully. So far as he knew, the only one in the group who had a real problem with Berebians was Alexander. Sadly, he hated them enough for any two people.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander follows the guard. Grudgingly.

[freeformschooler]

: "Oh. Finally."

Head to destination

[Haspen]

The guards brought all four to the very storeroom in which Gregor was 'interrogated' for a moment. Mannan looked over the newcomers, and then rubbed his hands.

"Together with Gregor we have agreed that you will be working with me to bring downfall to hideous Prixima Kesselring. That's it, if you don't have any other plans."

"I do." Dag mumbled out, looking at Gregor, and then back at Mannan. "I will be going to Mackerey castle, to my sister."

Mannan nodded slowly, and his gaze fell onto Charlotte.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander made a quiet strained noise in his throat.
He had no wishes to join Berebia, yet what else could he do?

[freeformschooler]

: "...That's all?"

Charlotte looked bewildered.

: "No execution? No public stoning, even? Just, 'you are hired?' How oddly... non-standard for my knowledge of Berebia. Regardless, I gladly accept the offer. That wench backstabbed us, and I already hated her in the first place."

[Haspen]

"I think I will stay with Gregor and Charlotte and Alexander, then." Anja spoke quietly. Then, a pair of servants brought five plates of food - some red mash, some cooked meat, all this lingering in hefty amount of dark sauce. They put them at the table, and then walked away when Mannan nodded at them.

"I would execute you if you didn't cooperate, but why so cruel? Eat something, we will talk later." Mannan left along with his servants, whilst Anja grabbed a spoon and poked the mashed red pile on one of the plates.

"Eugh, bagroots. Those are worse than potatoes, they taste like flour." Anja commented, whilst Dag was eating his rather eagerly.

[Powder Miner]

Alexander made another strained groan and put his head onto the table. He did not want to join Berebia.

[Sirus]

Gregor chewed at the meal thoughtfully. Not bad per se, but if this was standard fare in Berebia he shuddered to think what prison food must be like.

"Well, is this the kind of adventure you were hoping for, Charlotte? We're "chief advisors" now."

[Powder Miner]

Alexander just kinda of stayed with his face on the table.
After a short amount of time, he uttered a quite vigorous expletive.