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[SeriousConcentrate]

"Keep in mind, it's Seyena's turn to spin and ask next..."

[Haspen]

@Olison:

Olison found himself in the barely lit halls, as the evening was upon the world, the moon shyly peeking from behind the horizon. It was rather quiet if not for Mannan, staring at the sky and sipping something from a mug. After a moment, he looked toward Olison.

"Good evening. I thought everyone from Gregor's group is at the camp site thing of their."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison barely noticed Mannan to the side as he walked the halls, but on recognizing his voice he immediately stood at attention.
: "Lord Tunhausen." Olison stated plainly, returning to his regular stance, "Camp site? So that's what's occupying them, I was about to search for them myself."
Olison remained silent a few moments more, perusing the view outside a nearby window.

[Gamerboy4life]

"Once, I fell from Ilya when I was being taught more aggressive flying closer to the ground."

"That in itself is pretty normal, but the embarrassing part is how I landed on a swordsman sparring below. He was fine, save for a few bruises, but I had a broken arm." And she shrugs. "I don't have many good stories."

And with that, she picks up the bottle, spinning it with a flick of the wrist.

1d8 = 4, Valor


"Okay... Valor, what is one thing you regret doing? _{My, how I hate these games, I have neither good questions nor answers.}"

[Haspen]

@Olison:

"Hm, and I just finished reading the letters and reports. I just hope that they won't loiter too long at that camp, or worse, get drunk too much. If certain letter arrives tonight, I will need a small unit of bravados tomorrow morning."

"Olison, may I ask a honest question and await a honest answer?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison nodded curtly.
: "I was never employed for dishonesty, I will answer as such."

[Haspen]

@Olison:

Mannan looked at the stars and took a sip of his drink.

"Are you a Berebian?" Mannan's eyes glacned at Olison.

"I do not wish to pry into your past. I am merely curious, because I couldn't get any information about you from anyone else in the group. Well, besides the 'he is a knight who served Prixima for a while'. So?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison's eyes narrowed, but he remained civil in his tone.
: "I am, though it is not something I am particularly enthusiastic to say."

[Haspen]

@Olison:

"As I have suspected. I would say 'welcome home', but you don't seem to be enjoying the stay that much. A grudge against your homeland?" Mannan turned to face Olison and look at his face.

"You don't have to worry about the length of your stay here. After reading today's reports from my... friends, I've decided that in a month or so, my only option will be to attack Prixima like my father did. After that, of course if we are not horribly massacred by her hired thugs and veteran soldiers, I'm going to let you all go your way."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison sharply exhaled.
: "I wonder just how much her forces have recovered in the interim. After the last attack, her forces were in shambles. But, given how easily she conned the other mercenaries and I, I doubt finding new help will be much challenge..."
Olison pondered the thought for a few moments before recalling something else.
: "Lord Tunhausen, if I may, do you know anything recent of House Ferwelk?"

[Haspen]

@Olison:

"Ferwelk?" Mannan looked at the sky, rubbing on his chin a bit.

"Oh, Ferwelk. Well, Lord Ferwelk died this summer, then his eldest son died from flu few weeks later. Their riches and holdings dwindled to almost nothing. I don't know where Lady Ferwelk and her second son are now. Presumably moved to a smaller estate. Lots of misfortune fallen onto Ferwelks in last half a year. That's what I know about them, I don't really keep an eye on the eastern houses. Why do you ask, though?"

[CrimsonEon]

Olison's eyebrows raised on the news.
: "...I didn't expect the old man to last much longer, but his son dead from flu so soon? I thought he was stronger..." He muttered as he briefly turned away, but just as quickly he turned back, "Apologies. I was a former servitor to House Ferwelk, it's a shame that such misfortune has befallen them." Olison made a slight bow, "My thanks."

[Haspen]

"Wait a moment. If you served Lord Ferwelk, how come you ended with Prixima? From what I heard, Ferwelk isn't one to... let people go that easily." Mannan looked into his mug and then at Olison.

"Fancy some mint water? I have enough in my office."

[CrimsonEon]

Olison peered warily at the mug, but nonetheless nodded.
: "Yes, thank you. Perhaps I could use some to help this parched throat."

[Haspen]

Mannan nodded and then led Olison to an office in the one of the highest owers. When they've entered the office, it was dimly lit by few candles. Papers and letters and envelopes were piled at one side of the large desk, and in the shadows of the room one could see a cabinet and a table, and an armour stand in the corner.

Mannan moved to the table in the shadows, grabbed a mug and poured some water from the pitcher, before handing it to Olison.

"I would offer alcohol, but I'm allergic to fermented beverages. My apologies." Mannan then sat behind the desk with a heavy sigh.

"Olison, when you leave my service, where will you go?"