The Templars, including Imast, looked over at Lady Anita as they entered the house. She knew what eyes they had, even though they were barely visible. “Do it.” She said. And so the Templars did. They followed the example of Sarin and the two Ursas. None of the Templars liked leaving their Dragon-Forged weapons behind. But none the less they stood behind her once again, un-armed but still clad in armor. “We thank you for your hospitality.” Lady Anita said as she made small bow. She then ordered where each and every one would sleep. The Templars would sleep in the Guest Chambers closest to the Dining Hall. Lady Anita and her two maiden would sleep in the room next to that one. In the third the necessary servants would sleep. All the others were ordered to return to the Oceanus.

And so it happened. Except for the Templars. They did not like to leave their weapons unguarded so a watch schedule was made. At all-time there were to be 2 Templars in the main hall, guarding the weapons. Imast and Lady Anita soon both started staring at the carving in the middle of the Main Hall. “A white Dragon and a Red one. Those are known. But I haven’t heard about an emerald one. Nor a silver one.” He said, wondering. “We do not know all about Dragons. In fact, I doubt we truly know anything about them. But these people do seem to have a history with them. We should learn from them.” She said. Then she quickly added. “I am going towards the bathhouse.” Imast looked at her with a fierce look. He had removed his helmet to look better at the carving. “I will take one of the Templars. Don’t worry.” She said with an easy smile. But then her face became stern and serious. She inched closer to his ear. “We are here on a diplomatic mission of Valhall. We must keep that appearance. The Emperor will not like it if we act so freely alone with a nation that he sees as hostile. So listen, at the dining room, we shall not mention the dragons. Not a word unless they make a reference to them. If so, keep the talk minimal. Don’t talk about the Dragon-Forge, nor about what they can do or how we found them.” She said. Imast gave a small node but she wasn’t finished. “But now, go to this Sarin. Request a private audience and make sure it is private. Take off your armor. Try to get anything lose about the Dragons. Anything.” She insisted. Then she walked off. Her two maiden followed her. Behind that, one of the Templars. The one who had carried the bastard sword. He had picked it up again.

Anita approached the Ursa introduced as Lara. “Lady Lara. Would it be possible to escort me to the bathhouse.” She said with a gentle tone and a nice smile.

In the mean-time, Imast had rushed towards the room and took of his armor except for the leather. It looked more like a nobleman’s riding gear he was wearing now. Then he quickly searched for Sarin. And found him. “Lord Sarin. I hope I do not interrupt any important business. Could I talk to you for a second? In private?” he asked him.