Location: Airedale Mid-morning Airedale Fields [hr] [@A Lowly Wretch][@Guy0fV4lor] [hr] Vyrell would merely respond with a quiet chuckle in response to Reinhardt’s request, not seeming intent on saying otherwise. Made things simpler between them, at least if nothing else. Besides, there was a far more important matter at hand. “Possible,” Vyrell responded as he’d walk into the keep. The silver haired youth’s expression didn’t change from one of quiet thoughtfulness as he’d respond, a sliver of a smile on his mouth. “But I doubt it from what I’ve observed. Something tells me that if the curse had, we’d have…felt something by now.” The inside of the keep had been mostly cleaned out by the militia of the civilians that were being safeguarded there by now, the large central gathering hall now empty save for the few soldiers standing guard. “As for if she’s in danger…well, that could be likely. The Queen tasked her to look into a Fomorian that has been pillaging villages,” He’d pause a moment only to hand a written message off to a nearby soldier with instructions to deliver it to a blacksmith in town as he’d turn to finish speaking to Reinhardt. “Near the Harzelslack border. A simple fomorian wouldn’t pose a threat to her, but if some of Harzels knights found her, considering her reputation…” His voice would trail off, walking into the strategy room. The implication could easily be understood without needing to be said. Considering Elnith’s reputation in the wider world of Albion… “Ah, Od, you are here too.” Vyrell would greet Od, who would walk in not shortly after they would. The strategy room was fairly simple - a large map of Albion spread out over a circular table, chairs around it. Just enough for the Knights, Lugh, Fio, and the Queen. A few bookshelves lined the walls against the far wall, though aside from Vyrell and perhaps Fio, they typically remained where they were. A chandelier hung overhead, lighting the room as well as it could. “Good to see you in one piece as always. Question for you, Od. You’ve not seen or heard from lady Elnith, have you?” [hr] [@Pyromania99] [hr] The town had quickly returned to its normal lively state, the people having started their day to day routine. The hammering of the blacksmith away at the forge. The gentle murmur of everyday conversation, children now out playing in the streets…the sound of Luna being followed by a curious group of onlookers and fans. It was no secret at least, that most of the knights were fairly popular…with Luna and Vyrell, perhaps, being the most of the group for their more affable seeming natures. “Lady Luna!” A village girl would shout. “Are you hurt? I know some herbal remedies!” “Lady Luna! Don’t listen to her, my herbal remedies are much better!” “You dimwits! A Knight like her can’t be healed with just average medicines…I…I know some exotic Tuatha healing techniques!” Honestly it was probably nothing new for Luna having to deal with a small fan club of admirers in the village. There was someone just a bit more familiar there this time, though. “Luna.” Lugh’s familiar voice would catch her ears. “Good work. Saw everything. You killed a hundred-bandits singlehandedly.” “A-a Hundred! Goodness there were that many, Lugh?” “Mhm. Luna fought all of them. By herself.” The young Tuatha responded, looking up at the knight with admiration. She was starting to be surrounded slightly by a group of onlookers. Probably best if she ditched them somewhere before she got completely surrounded. [hr] [@Crimson Paladin] [hr] Tracking a small fairy was well, not exactly easy. The only trail Ethelred had to follow, was a faint trail of gold light that it seemed to leave behind as it would move from place to place, seemingly sticking near the edge of the village wall, not having made any obvious moves to cause trouble…yet. Everything seemed mostly peaceful as far as he could tell. “Heeeeeelp!” A sudden shout for help from nearby, shouting for help. Supposing Ethelred would go and see who was shouting, he would be perhaps, surprised to find two militia men watching a cat…bat around the fairy he was tracking like some sort of toy. “This dumb cat again-I’m not-chew toy! Lemme goooo~!” “...I’m not touching it. I’ll get cursed!” One of the militia men would say. “Well I’m not! I’m not gonna let myself get charmed or something!” “Well what do we do? We can’t just leave it here!” “...well…I mean the cat looks like its having fun-Ah! Sir Ethelred!” The two would turn to salute the knight. “We uh, have bravely cornered this fey here with our expertly trained attack cat, sir!” “Hey! Hey! Icicle pants! Help me and I’ll give ya something-gwuh!” The cat proceeded to pounce on the fairy, shoving her face first into the ground and then decided she’d make a comfortable seat. [hr] [@VitaVitaAR] [hr] [color=aba000]“Hm? Was I insinuating something?”[/color] Sorcha replied, a slight smirk forming on her lips as she’d walk.[color=aba000] “I was simply thinking we could spend some time over drink or something when we’re not busy, and I could tell you a bit about the Old King. I certainly wouldn’t mind the excuse to push some administrative work onto Vyrell.”[/color] A laugh, that she seemed a bit too happy about pushing more work onto Vyrell. The Queen walked as she spoke and as Fio would make whatever reply it was she was going to make. The beast, Shabbi seemed perfectly happy not to bother them, letting herself be led away from the town and towards the forest on the western side of it. Considering the danger Elder Beasts posed, perhaps it was a bit odd that one would let itself be led by humans so easily. [color=aba000]“What do you think about Elder Beasts?”[/color] The Queen would ask suddenly, as the two of them would find themselves just inside the edge of the treeline. Shabbi was having some difficulty moving between the trees, but was docile all the same. If anything she was behaving in a friendly manner, her severed trunk gently resting on the Queens hand as hers rested on its tusk. [color=aba000]“You’ve seen them yourself on occasion, and I'm sure you know of that one that lives out in the northern fields, feeding and collecting the souls of the dead, or the one worshiped on the coast?”[/color]