The Countess Adelaide had been enjoying a superb meal of rabbit stew, along with few slices of cheese dashed with a chalice of blood red wine to wash it down when news of the attack had reached her ears. The messenger, a young man of the Lost Sons stood there watching her eat. She eat slowly to help with her thinking rationalizing what had been said, looking at the said young man and had shooed him away. Knowing that Brand's so called children would come back, though hadn't anticipated the manner they'd come back. Taking a slightly less than lady like sip of the wine since the only other occupant with her was Garmin and a few servants. Motioning for a refill, sitting there in thought. She had hired the Lost Sons for two reasons. One being that her husband had use their services frequently and she couldn't afford much else since her funds had been depleted helping in the Kings war. But to kill five and a presumed sixth, was idiotic saying the least. Exhaling a sigh rubbing her temple.

"Countess?" Garmin had heard the news too, but waited to say anything until it became obvious and finishing his seventh pint of black ale at the sitting. Looking at her, his look estranged and also curious on her thoughts.

"It is nothing, my giant. But we shall take a trip to town regardless. I want to see the damages and the town after all, it is by right mine now. Have the horses saddled please, I don't to come off too high to the town after all." Smiling coyly, though it was obviously threaded with maliciousness. 

Garmin had snapped his large fingers to one of servants in hall, a rough man with age but loyal too the two for sparing his family out of humility. What Adelaide had wanted was heard, so in respects Garmin only gestured towards the stables for their horses to be saddled and ready. Motioning for another pint before they were to take off, only feeling a buzz of minuscule proportions. Tearing apart the rest of his  chicken, preferring it plain. 

Adelaide had finished her second cup before Garmin had finished, wiping the crumbs and dribbles of black ale with her satin handkerchief. Nodding seemingly in unison as it was time now to cheek the damages inflicted. Both of them taking different routes to the stables, Adelaide to grab her velvet riding cloak while Garmin in his leathers and mail. Making the rendezvous at the stables quick, she was curious on the matters at hand despite it being a thorn in in her side. Garmin helping Adelaide up as to not rip the expensive silk dress, after which he mounted his own humongous black Shire horse that made him further imposing. As if the massive blade at his side wasn't enough.

The ride had been silent between them as any unnecessary was avoided out in the open. But coming up to tavern which she cared little for the name of. Looking about at the string of mercenaries and the their captains, the disapproval obvious but sometimes situations arose she do little on. The captains Carlin and Nrave knew she wasn't the type to be explained from their work in their homeland. Adelaide once again receiving aide from Garmin to get down, ignoring the peasant onlookers as she looked at the corpses of the slain men. Seeing the methods used before shaking her head. Two or three losses would've been acceptable but not this many. Exhaling a sigh, looking over the the carnage that the tavern had seen. Watching the woman in the back with torn dress, but her attention diverted when Garmin and the two captains had come inside the tavern.

"We're chasing them down now." Carlin spoke after taking a half full mug from one of the tables.

"Call them back. We'd only be feeding into what they want. They kill using stealth or distance and them following into the woods is just what they want. We need this pack Brand's cubs on our terms." Adelaide had quickly retorted.Both men hated to admit that Adelaide was right and had yielded to her request to spare their men. "All is not lost though, perhaps we can lay a trap for them though." Musing a smile

"Pardon Countess?" Nrave had spoke questioning her motive.

"We're going to throw a celebration. Expose them, frame them for something perhaps. Possible catch or kill one of them if possible. All under the guise of simply having a good time. I will explain it to the both of you as you accompany me back to the estate. Garmin?" The giant of a man looking at his small mistress as she waved her fingers down for him to hear her. "That girl knows something, the one in the tattered dress find out please and thank you." Adelaide kissing Garmin's cheek before taking her leave with the two captains.

With the light reflecting off his bald head, Garmin looked to the woman in the tattered dress. His eyes growing dark as he turned to the woman in question. His very steps mirrored a quake as some drinks split as mugs fell and tremors flowed from him. Looking down at her obviously terrified of the man and had every right to be. Grasping one of the metal mugs, making sure she was watching as Garmin crushed to a ball in his hand before dropping it. After he said only four words in a both solemn and terrifying low tone of voice.

"We need to talk."