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[Darvi]

"Well, we're without definite leadership at the moment, unfortunately, so I don't know how that would work out. But I don't think anybody would mind the help."

Pause.

"Did you say you lived in the forest?."

[Criptfeind]

"I certainly wouldn't mind if such capable fighters were to join us. Although without a leader I'm not sure if we are in a position for the technical side of things like 'pay'. So until we get ourselves sorted that might be a issue, but not a large one."

[Sirus]

: "As much as I'd love to come along with you all, I've sworn an oath to serve in the Army. I can't just up and run away; I could get charged with desertion and get thrown into prison!

"...Plus I'm pretty sure my father would kill me. I'm not sure which outcome would be worse."

[Furtuka]

"Well that's disappointing. I understand."

[Criptfeind]

Henry nods "Yeah. I mean, I would not want to be tied down in such a way, but I am sure we all understand. If you ever need a job someday feel free to look us up."

He then turned to Charlotte.

"How about you miss? Did I hear correctly that you wanted to join? You seem like a good shot, I am sure we would be happy to have you as well."

[Haspen]

"Oh, that's the forest girl we have been hearing about lately? Miss, we have been trying to catch you for a week, but you always run away from us. Even Lady Prixima wants to meet you, mostly because you have tresspassed the Grave Glade on several occassions, but that's the lesser of the reasons." Torres nodded at his cavaliers and then began to line themselves with the mercenaries.

"My men will give you a ride to the Kesselring Fortress. All eight of you, get on the horses!"

[scapheap]

Ami hop on one of the waiting horse
:"Let go then."

[freeformschooler]

"Well, we're without definite leadership at the moment, unfortunately, so I don't know how that would work out. But I don't think anybody would mind the help."


"Did you say you lived in the forest?."

"I certainly wouldn't mind if such capable fighters were to join us. Although without a leader I'm not sure if we are in a position for the technical side of things like 'pay'. So until we get ourselves sorted that might be a issue, but not a large one."

: "Money is not an issue. I just need a change of lifestyle. Being secluded so long, it, uh. It does things to a girl's psyche. You got a new recruit!"

"Oh, that's the forest girl we have been hearing about lately? Miss, we have been trying to catch you for a week, but you always run away from us. Even Lady Prixima wants to meet you, mostly because you have tresspassed the Grave Glade on several occassions, but that's the lesser of the reasons." Torres nodded at his cavaliers and then began to line themselves with the mercenaries.

Charlotte jumped when the man mentioned the Grave Glade.

: "ACK! I... I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to hurt anyone or anything if I did."

However, seeing as he said "the eight of you," she begrudgingly hopped upon that horse as best she could.

[Sirus]

Gregor does a quick headcount, figures out that he's one of the eight, and climbs onto the nearest horse.

[Haspen]

After the mercenaries, starting with Ami, were placed on the horses, entire unit trotted on the road, up north and east and north-east, toward the Kesselring Fortress.

It is mighty keep, square-ish and with tall towers, lookout spire seemingly piercing the heavens. Made of the black and grey stone, the fort itself looks rather foreboding, standing out in the background of lush forest and crystalline lake that surrounds the island on which the fort was built.

Torres himself escorted the mercenary group through the wide corridors and twisting staircases. With each passed corridor and floor, the Fortress was growing quieter and quieter, indicating that they were passing from common areas to the bedrooms and halls used by the Kesselrings themselves. The valiant knight didn't stop until they were standing at the end of a corridor, and through windows it could be easily seen that they were at the highest floor in the whole fortress.

"Wait here a moment." Captain Torres spoke, knocking at the door. A brief, distant 'Enter!' could be heard, and the stocky, short man slipped inside the room. Seconds passed into minutes, before he emerged from the room, and wordlessly invited the mercenaries inside, bowing slightly toward the youths.

As the group entered, Gregor and Charlotte included, the small door was closed behind them.

In front of them, there was a sturdy-looking desk made from dark wood, the desk was perfectly placed between two rows of bookshelves filled with ancient tomes and dusty scrolls. A woman in her early thirties was sitting behind the desk, her hair dark like a night, and her nails, glittering with red paint, were looking as if they were claws. She looked at the youths with content, before letting out a hum.

"All I see are kids with toys for weapons, with one of my squires as an extra for some reason. Where is the renowned mercenary, Sarius? Is he afraid to meet with me in person?" She asked, tapping the desk with her right hand's fingers.

[Darvi]

Sterling steps forward.
"Sarius is... well, I'm afraid I have to tell you that he is unable to meet you in person anymore. He got poisoned on the way here."

[Haspen]

A frown twisted the woman's lips, and after a while she let out an annoyed huff, brushing the hair behind her left ear.

"So he is dead. And who are you to speak in that manner to Lady Prixima Kesselring? Do you know your place, little one? Or are you the new leader of the group?" She raised her hand to silence Sterling before he could even respond.

"That's not important. What is important is that not only your group is now bound in contract with me, which means I have to feed you and offer you beds until the contract is finished, but also that I don't think you're suited for the job, which further complicates everything. Tell me of Sarius' death, though. Who poisoned him, and where?"

[Criptfeind]

"My lady, if I may." Henry says as he bows. "We don't know who killed our leader. He died in the night at the village of Pores."

[Emral282]

Daniel is also bowing.
"There were also signs of a struggle at the scene. When we found him his face was pale and there was a vile herbal smell coming from his mouth."

[Haspen]

"Hmph. That's no good. I could name at least twelve different people or groups that could use herbal poisons. Pores is just outside my county, so I can't really turn it upside down in search for clues... Well, you have no leader, I won't let you take the job, you don't have money I presume, and you have nowhere to go. What I am supposed to do with you?

"Excuse me, Lady Prixima, but may I?" A clear voice suddenly came from behind the mercenaries, and when they would turn around, they would see a man, in full armor, standing completely noiseless - right near the door. For all possibilities, he possibly was there when the mercenaries entered.

"I believe that, my wife and I, and Torres, could give them some training, say, a week or so. And during their stay, they could work in the garden, kitchens and stables, so they wouldn't be completely of a nuisance. After that, you could re-evaluate their strength and I assure you, they will fare much better. What do you say, my Lady?"

There was a brief silence before Prixima waved her hand at the man in the armor, and the mercenaries.

"Fine. I could agree to that. The question is: do they agree?" Both the soldier and the countess turned their looks at the young mercenaries; or to be more precise, at Sterling, from all the people.