As the sun peaked over the horizon, leaving Mannslieb and Morrslieb to fade away until the next night, Amal and Emmaline stirred on the bed. The two of them stretched languorously, sighing contentedly and feeling their naked bodies pressed, stirring further desires they had to go at it again until there was a knock at the door. It vexed Amal to leave Emmaline's embrace, but the promise of danger and the potential of profit stirred his limbs and he slid out of Emmaline's greedy grasp and placed two feet on the floor. Another knock. 

"Mr. Ali Baba sir?" Greta's voice called urgently. 

"Be there in a moment." He replied as he put his trousers on. 

"The guards are downstairs, and they're sort of eating us out of house and home. They're also boasting on breaking this door down when they're done. You might want to-" 

"One moment. We'll be out." He said firmly. Emmaline wiggled like an annoyed serpent, unwilling to get up. Amal laughed at how cute he thought she was and then he leaped onto the bed, bouncing her a foot off the mattress, making her squeal. She reared up and glared at him, but was unable to stay mad when he smiled. They both got dressed within minutes and were downstairs. Emmaline, with her disheveled blonde locks drew some leering gazes from the guards, but the captain seemed more professional than the others at least. 

"It's about time you two got up. The Baron awaits you." He said, gesturing for his guards to push them forward. When one attempted, Amal grabbed his hand and shoved him back before he even touched he or Emmaline. 

"I think we get the picture." He said, taking Emmaline's hand. "Come honey, let's go and clear our names so these common thugs leave us alone. Your country is so barbaric."

"Ugh, indeed," Emmaline replied, playing along. She had the facade of an innocent, albeit posh mistress.  "The service here is terrible. They didn't even offer us coffee." 

Amal did his best not to snort, ushering her along outside with the watchmen in tow, muttering. One took one last apple, without leaving payment obviously and stepped outside. True enough, Adolf Vandershute was awaiting them just out the door. He looked even more severe than yesterday, likely from being kept waiting. Amal almost would have felt bad were he not planning on killing the man within the hour. 

"I take it you had a fine rest? You might not get another chance for some time." The Baron declared. There was no mocking humor in his placid voice. 

"On the contrary, we'll be back here before noon. It is your men that need worry. I suspect they have not faced beastman in years." Amal replied confidently. 

Amal had their belongings in a moderately sized pack that looked like simple traveling gear. They weren't supposed to be walking far, but the men chalked it up to being the naivety of a foreigner. Their magic carpet was curled within, ready to pop out at Amal's instant call. More than likely they were going to use it to escape if the two of them couldn't kill the six men that were to set out. 

Without further interruption they headed toward the southern edge of Delbertz, drawing the gazes of any passerby and shopkeep. Some might have thought he and Emmaline were being escorted like aristocracy with the Baron showing around his honored guests. Most likely it looked like they were walking into an execution. Either way, within minutes they stepped onto the forest path...