"I've been keeping them close."
Chironas slips out the door for a moment. She returns in the armament of one of Williams Crimson Guard. At least it looks like it, at first glance. It's actually quite more, a clever duplication-but lighter and stronger, with plenty of places to hide things...it's built in such a way as to make her true form indistinct.
Before she removes the Helm, William can barely tell it's her at all.
"What, you never noticed the extra guard?"
The blade she wears on her hip is her own, though-a long curved sword, colored pitch black so as to not to cast an unlucky gleam. William notices the Hilt might have once held an insignia of some sort-but now there is only an empty gap. Like William, Chironas carries many slender blades, hidden in the compartments in her armor.
She nods, donning her helmet. She motions for William to follow her out of the room.
"Like I said before, the night is dragging on, and I'd like to make the most of it..."
Even beneath the Helmet, William can see that cold grin again.
Meanwhile...
The Church where the Order was based in Polca was remarkably quiet tonight-perfectly sacrosanct, as the Priest would have said.
The Man who pretended to be a Priest leaned back in his chair, drinking just a little bit more wine...the whole business with Chironas, absolutely dreadful, everyone agreed.
But he had had his orders. And he was a loyal soldier. Nine Hells, he even had started to believe some of the Sun Religion, to save his soul...
He decided to pray extra hard tonight, before he went to sleep. Surely, he would be forgiven...maybe even rewarded. That was a good spin on things. He drank more wine.