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[Haspen]

"Well, allright. If you think so... Alexandra-" But the girl already slipped away. The Count coughed a bit loud, and then waved to the guard who was outside - said guard closed the door. Then he motioned Gregor to sit in front of the desk whilst Count himself sat back down.

"From the beginning, dear boy. What box are you talking about?"

[Sirus]

Gregor pulled up a chair and leaned forward.

: "I will be straightforward, sir. My group and I were in Berebia not long ago, right in the middle of the current Menelean invasion of that nation. At one point we were to try to retrieve a box from a group of mercenaries, mercenaries who were later killed by Menelean soldiers who then tried to kill us. In the aftermath of the battle, we found a coded message which mentioned something about you and your mages trying to open the box in question." He paused. "Is this ringing any bells?"

[Haspen]

The Count listened closely, his large hands resting on the desk. He leaned toward Gregor as if to hear better.

"GregoOHK-!" Heinrich turned his head away in the last moment, his body wrecked by a coughing fit, but it lasted three seconds, no more.

"Apologies, Gregor, but - I honestly have no idea what you are talking about at all. I did provide the troops to the border offensive, but I didn't sent them to retrieve any kind of a box. Where are those coded papers you speak of? Can I see them?"

[Sirus]

Gregor paused.

: "One of my companions has it. I'll run downstairs and bring it back up for you. If you'll excuse me?"

[Praefectus Screptum]

"Well, at least this time we were not forced to get into some pointless fight."

Tantallos stared at the group holding his new tome yet.

[Xanmyral]

Salvatore eased up, starting to see that maybe he was wrong about the situation. Ormm was still agitated however, warily sniffing the air with it's tongue and casting its green eyes about in suspicion. The rider patted the wyvern lightly on the side of its head, scratching at the scales as he tried to think of a way to pass the time.

He so far has determined that he needs to take up a hobby.

[CrimsonEon]

"Well, at least this time we were not forced to get into some pointless fight."

: "I wouldn't let my guard down just yet. We're still, technically, in Prixima's territory." Olison muttered quietly, still ahorse and continuing to scan their surroundings.

[Culise]

"Are such pointless fights common?  I don't often work as a mercenary, after all."

[CrimsonEon]

"Are such pointless fights common?  I don't often work as a mercenary, after all."

: Olison briefly cast his eyes downward with a sigh, "More than I'd care to admit. The more ignorant of mercenaries tend to make the most effective fodder." He admitted before shot back to his watch.

[Praefectus Screptum]

Tantallos shrugged and hid the tome under his mantle.

"I never said something about letting my guard down. I am just glad that we were not greeted with arrows, lances, swords, axes.. at least for now."

He slid his gloved fingers over his mask, looking for a spot to add a jewel before looking to Raquel.

"Yes, they are. I think most of the fights we went on were pointless. We did not look for them, they came to us."

[Zako]

Edwin leaned slightly towards Raquel, whispering a bit to her.

"Typically not in my experience, but then again, these people do seem a bit... Special. If you get what I mean..."

[Blade Master Model 42]

"Ever since we took on that job for Prixima, yeah, we've been getting into a lot of senseless battles. It's extremely irritating."

[Haspen]

@Gregor:

"Allright." The count leaned into his chair and wiped his lips with a handkerchief he procured from his desk.

[Sirus]

Gregor went downstairs as quickly as he could and returned to the group.

: "I need that coded message we found, some parchment, and a quill. Who's got the message?"

[freeformschooler]

: "What was going on up there...? Something about arranging? Something about MARRIAGES?"