[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/6842e791-fdfd-4d2d-b45f-b8c347f4e655.png[/img][/center][color=crimson]"Oh? Is that so? That's quite a shame since I was considering inviting you for lunch, and perhaps, offering a reward if you could help solve this case. If being in the good graces of the Imperium's Justice won't entice you, having a head start in your treasure hunt certainly will, right?"[/color] A rather soft, almost cheery voice coming from the direction the group was walking said as Rose attempted to excuse herself and walk away.

The soldiers that accompanied Lorelai stopped dead on their tracks as none other than The head of the Imperium's Justice, [url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/2d28217b-3f5e-4e33-a38f-561c2ac9e15d.png]Lady Asgard, the Crimson Knight[/url], walked towards them. With a wave of her hand, she commanded them to be at rest before they could drop to their knees and bow. [color=crimson]"I see that you've missed the thief but found some very interesting people, right Lorelai?"[/color] she said to the—no doubt overenthused—knight riding on the back of the great war while guiding the newcomers.

[color=crimson]"Now then, would you join me at the table while we explain the situation to you? It must have been quite frustrating to be mistaken as criminals right as you arrived. Please, allow me to rectify it,"[/color] Eleonor said in a softspoken voice, demonstrating that she was well-aware of everything that happened as soon as the Black Pentacle arrived in the village. She might be no Yggdrasil, but the Crimson Knight had her own means of keeping up with the flow of information.
[center][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/115b9797-661e-4685-93d0-565497eca030.png[/img][/center][color=900020]"They say that dead men tell no tales. But, when the graves themselves have mouths, one can never be too careless, right?"[/color] A voice coming from the darkness beyond Lyn said in a nonchalant manner not long before the crack of a gun echoed in the night. One, two, three, ..., six shots, and six blasted tombstones later, the owner of the voice came into their field of view.

[url=https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/9ab99252-5b5d-49bc-9fbc-d986d8eb502b.jpg]The woman who seemed to appear from within the darkness itself[/url] had a pale—nay, greish—complexion, ashen hair, and eyes the color of rich burgundy wine. If her Victorian style dress, along with the one too many belts she had as accessories, didn't make her stand out as an inhabitant of this real, the smoking antique revolver and the mysterious "case" she carried would. She was certainly a sight to behold, especially as she moved down the cleared lane between her and Lyn before stepping on Caprice's half-eaten stairway.

[color=900020]"That was impressive of you,"[/color] she said after holstering her gun before tipping her hat at the fighter. [color=900020]"I take it that your lot have just arrived to this world, haven't you? It's very rare to see new people who can deal with this kind of stuff without freaking out. Anyway, here goes a free pro tip: Those graves are like the guard dogs of this place. Do you know what happens when intruders make a ruckus while breaking in, don't you?"[/color] the woman said to Lyn just as the sound of another fresh wave of graves crawling towards them became noticeable from the dark.

[color=900020]"The name's Maria by the way. You guys can count yourselves lucky for running into me out of all Hunters,"[/color] she said as she nonchalantly climbed the steps towards Caprice and Sherry, leaving Lyn behind in case the fighter still felt like punching out some more tombs.