"I suppose I'll go retrieve Lady Genevieve," Emil mused aloud, as the others carried on with the conversation. He was a little taken aback when the common folk referred to the Lady as a "witch", he was more confused to why they seemed to unused to the idea of magic- having lived much of their lives with the Lady living just up the hill, though he supposed Lady Genevieve never deigned to visit the commoners on regular occasion. There were implications that they had to carry Lady Genevieve with them for the trip. Emil was slightly uncomfortable at this- as a lancer, most of his mounted combat prowess stemmed from his ability to stay mobile, doing so with a unconscious person sat behind him was a much more difficult task.

Nevertheless, Emil moved upstairs to retrieve the lady, while Sir Hepburnberg calmed the local peasants with his logical, and orderly commands. At least one of their group understood the intricacies of talking to commonfolk and other men- for while the ability to knock down doors, rubble, and men alike with little more effort than a flick of one's wrist was certainly handy, or casting magic whilst blade in hand useful, Emil would rather not tear down every door they came across and causing chaos amongst the local peasantry.

Quietly opening the door to the room, he found Lady Genevieve in much the same state he left her in last night, unconscious and fast asleep on the bed, seemingly not moved a single inch. Gingerly carrying the lady out of bed, Emil brought her back downstairs with the rest of the group, only bumping the lady once against the rather thin door frame- hopefully quietly enough that no one else had noticed. Sheepishly approaching the rest of the group with the lady in his arms.

"If we're ready to go, I'll sit the Lady with me on my horse, Roark won't mind."