"Lady Matilda, I believe there is some misunderstanding-" "Like hell there is! You tried to kill us! After your grandfather promised to help us!" "No, that's, I mean, I was told you are coming to kill him!" "..." "This axe girl told me... do you have any evidence? Did you bring the letters with yourself, perhaps?" After a moment of
glaring at Yonn, she slid a hand into her armor and pulled out a rolled paper, a little crumpled and torn at edges by now. Hesistating, she gave it to him - Yonn unrolled it and began reading. Paleness and terror began to crystalize at his face pretty soon.
"Not so confident, are we now, hmm?" Yonn looked at the letter again, quickly re-reading it, before looking back at Matilda.
"I, this, it is, but, this is handwriting of the Fifth Concubine... my current step-mother. I swear it is, it makes it official, I, I..." He was at loss of words for a moment, before running a hand over his face, muttering something underneath.
"Lady Matilda, utmost and most sincere apologies for this, this grave misunderstanding. I shall escort you myself to my grandfather's castle, I mean, there must be some explanation. If we will be betrayed, I swear, you can take my life as compensation..." "Agreed! The moment we get backstabbed again, I will skewer you myself!" Yonn, terrified, broken and confused as hell, turned to his men, ordering them to prepare the burials and to prepare to return to their fort for debriefing and to cooperate with Matilda and her men.
The lady in question rubbed her temples, grumbled about something quietly and then turned toward Sheila.
"Well, this isn't going to be as easy as I thought. Sheila, Leo, bring everyone here. Give me a moment to think."