"This is [i]impossible[/i]." Sister Annika said, crossing her arms before spreading them out for emphasis. 

The library was quiet and peaceful, but it did little to dull the very real predicament they found themselves in. Ragnar nodded, eyes downcast as he was thinking. Unbeknownst to him, Annika could not help but cast a glimpse at his mind, and she flicked his ear. "Ow!" he cried, looking at her with wonder. She looked at him and mouthed. "Don't even think about it," and it only caused his eyes to widen even further with amazement at her 'magic.' 

Orion had turned when she had flicked him, but he was lost on Ragnar fancying slipping away in the forest once they reached the treeline. Granted, Annika doubted he would actually do that, as the mind tended to wander. People often had fantasies they would never do, but they would ponder on for a time. 

It was as if the exchange never happened when Orion spoke. "Yes, it is impossible." He said sternly. "I don't blame you if you wish to sue for different duties and remain here. This was why I was hesitant to wish for a confessor, particularly one like you. Dying with me isn't something I'd wish on you, Sister." 

"Sir Pentecost, I don't think-" Annika began.

"And me?" Ragnar asked, pointing at himself. He wasn't unintelligent, but he looked very stupid at the moment. 

"Does it matter?" He asked. "In an hour I'll be sent into the forest and I'll fight an army. Maybe if we, if [i]I[/i] find the leader I can end it without having to take on a battalion sized group of pagans-" 

Annika let out a sharp, loud sigh and walked up to Orion. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to shake him. "You fool of a Knight!" She snapped, and grabbed his cheeks to bring him eye level with her. "You handsome, thick headed fool! [i]Engel[/i]!"

Truth be told, Orion was certainly not a fool. But long years serving without question and a mind bred for battle had a difficult time seeing a flaw in the system he served, doubly so because of the type of Baron he worked under. If he didn't focus on the task at hand, he'd likely rebel. But at Sister Annika's words, he remembered [i]Engel[/i] from the forest.

When recognition was on his face, she smiled broadly. 

"What do we do?" He asked her. His first instinct was to break through the door and slay the man, dying gloriously. But that was as much of a thought as Ragnar's fleeing. He knew it wasn't practical and the thought was gone almost as quickly as it showed up. They needed some kind of plan. 
[@Penny]